Colorblind

Chapter One

UNEDITED

IMPORTANT QUESTION: is it color blind or colorblind? (*hyperventilates*)

Chapter One

"Oh, honey. No."

I hear those words every morning from the same person. Apparently, I have no "fashion sense". And apparently being color blind doesn't give me a valid reason.

Kylie wiggles her finger in front of my face and says, "Oh sweetie, what am I going to do with you?" 

I shrug and give her a weak smile saying, "I guess you'll just have to put up with it."

She chuckles and runs out of my room to my slightly younger sister's room. I stay in my room because in approximately seven seconds she'll be back with clothes. 

One...Two...Three...Four...Five...Six...Seven...Eig-

"Here we go!" Kylie sets a small pile of clothes on my bed and smiles. "I'll have you lookin' beautiful in no time!" 

"Because I'm not beautiful already?" I question teasingly. 

"Not in those clothes."

She hands me a pair of skinny jeans and a long sleeve shirt.

"Now go!" Kylie pushes me into my bathroom to make me get dressed. 

I strip off my Capri's and t-shirt setting them on the sink. Pulling on the long sleeve shirt, I catch my reflection in the mirror. I'm satisfied with how I usually look, but today my wavy hair is a little bit frizzier than normal. 

I pull on the jeans and step outside. 

"There is something missing," Kylie says, biting the end of a pen she probably got off my desk. 

"You need a jean vest!" My younger sister, Lena, comes in and says. "Here." 

She hands me a jean vest that has a few studs on it some places. "You look really pretty," Lena says, giving me a smile. 

"Yeah, you do." Kylie agrees. 

"Hurry up!" My mom calls from downstairs. "You're going to be late!"

Lena, Kylie and I head downstairs into the kitchen just to see my brother, Timothy, eating some toast. 

"Mom, why don't you ever make us breakfast like they do in the movies?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"Because it's colorful, and you wouldn't be able to enjoy the beautiful colors." I chuckled as she says that. 

"I guess she'll have to move out then, huh?" Timothy asks, ruffling my hair. 

"Well I do plan on moving out as soon as I can."

My mom gives me a peck on the cheek and leaves to go to work, her small bob cut hair bouncing as she went.

Over the years, I've been able to pin point a few colors and memorize their shades, but I'm not all to good at it. 

"That looks so gross," I say, pointing to an egg on Kylie's plate that she just made. "It looks like... barf."

"That's 'cause they're scrambled, and all you probably see is a hunk of gray."

It's really weird to hear them talk about how I'm colorblind. They used to think all I saw was black and white. No gray, just black and white. Now that they know I see shades they pretty much automatically think all I see is gray. I guess in a way my life is beautiful since I apparently see it differently.