WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??

One

     'Hey, Mom.  What have you prepared for breakfast today?' Becky Corner asked her mother sleepily, as she got out of her bed.  Her mother had bought tea inside Becky's room.  The wonderful aroma of her tea woke Becky up, the moment she smelled it in the air.

    'First go and brush your teeth,' her mother insisted.  Becky didn't argue as she knew that arguing wouldn't work with her mom.  She stood up and walked to pick up her toothbrush.  She saw her reflection in the mirror.  She looked awkward and new, but she couldn't figure out the perfect difference.

     She leaned to take the toothpaste from the holder slowly, but the toothpaste rose out of the holder and floated to her hand.  Becky froze.  For a moment she thought that she was imagining things.  She blinked.  The toothpaste was thrust between her fingers.  She blinked again.  Still it was in her hand.  'Am I dreaming?' Becky though out aloud.

     'Becky!' she heard her mom shouting.

     'Yeah?' she shouted back.

     'Why didn't you arrange your books?  I found them scattered in your room.  And what about the dishes?  Didn't I ask you to wash them before you went to bed, yesterday?  If you keep on doing this, you are going to-'...She came in front of Becky.

     'Mom.  I'm fifteeeeeen.  Why can't I have some freedom so that I could do whatever I want?

     'Age doesn't matter.  One must do one's job.  Or else it is worthless to live, Becky.  Why don't you understand?'

     'Okay!  Okay!  Please make it small.  I don't want to take one more lecture.' Becky said, smirking.

     'Oh, you better get ready and come for breakfast soon.  I'm going to meet my friends the moment you leave to school.'

      Becky hurried to her mom.  'Really?  Are you going out for shopping?  If you are, can you get me some funnels.  I want them for my chemistry projects.'

      'I'll see if I could, Becky.  Now go, get ready.' her mother said, waving her hand towards the bathroom.

       When Becky had finished washing herself, she went to her room to change.  She pulled on her red shirt and pants.  She touched her shirt with her fingers and brushed her hand down it, dreamily.  I wish it was black, she thought.  And in a fraction of second, the shirt turned black.  Becky jumped.  She was totally astonished.  She ran to the kitchen and saw her mom cleaning her precious ceramic dishes with her pink napkins.  'Mom!' Becky screamed.

    Her mother jumped as she heard Becky's sudden scream.  She turned to her daughter.  'Becky, you scared me to death.' she accused, a pinch of anger in her voice.  But her expressions changed into surprise.  Who's shirt is this?'

     'It's mine.  You remember that red shirt of mine, which we bought in the city mall?  It turned into black.  I just wished I would look better if this shirt was black, and...it happened as I wanted.' Becky explained her mom, tension searing into her voice.

    'What?  The color just changed?' her mom said.  Becky clearly knew that her mom didn't believe her.  'Well, I don't care if you didn't believe it, but it is true.  Where is my breakfast?' she asked, dragging a chair towards her.

Her mom stared at her suspiciously for a minute or so, then said 'It's not good to borrow clothes from your friends all the time, so let this be the last time.'  Becky rolled her eyes, smirking. 

     'Bye, mom.  Don't forget to get me those funnels.'  Becky told, and closed the front door behind her, her backpack on her shoulder.  'What is happening?  The toothpaste is floating to me, and the shirt is changing colors.  Everything seems suspicious. Or should I say everything seems stupid?  Or am I dreaming things?'