The Blue Dress

Chapter one

WhenI was four years old my favorite color was blue. The walls in my roomwere blue. As were the sheets, duvet, pillows, canopy, my desk, dollhouse, and most my clothes. I lived and breathed blue. It didn'tmatter what shade, everything just had to be blue. My family had beenvery rich, that ment one big house, with many big rooms. My room wasvery luxiurious and I hated it. My mom is the one who decorated it Ionly got to pick color. I had a twin sized bed with a light flowerycanopy that went over the top. Next to my bed was my big oval silvermirror that I loved to look in when I played dress up with mymother's old clothes. On the wall East wall was a big wooden wardrobethat had all my clothes. I always hated it because it looked somenacing and very thick. My desk was on the other wall and next to itwas my victorian dollhouse that I got for my birthday.

Oneday, I was about ten, I woke up on a summer morning. The maid,Cassandra, had opened the window. I could hear the birds chirping andsome of the grounds keepers chatting while the trimmed the bushes andwatered the flowers. Daddy wasn't very strict with them, just madesure that they did their job correctly. He'd usually give them threestrikes. I've never seen someone lose more than one. When I hadopened my eyes on that one day, and I remember this quite clearly,all my blue was gone. There was just black and white. I screamed,Cassandra came in again, "What is wrong Miss Kalie?"

"Myblue it's..It's....Gone!" I cried hystericaly, my favorite colorin the whole world was gone forever. Not soon after my blood curdlingscream my mother and father came in.

"Mydear, whatever is the matter?" My father asked.

"Daddy,all my blue, all the colors, everything is gone! It's all gone!"I cried a little harder.

"Ohdear," My mother said, "I didn't think this was going tohappen until you were at least thirteen," My mother sighed.

"What'sgoing on? I want my colors back!" I demanded an answer. Everyonewent silent until my father cleared his throat and said, "Cassandra?Could you leave and close the door behind you? I think this is afamily matter."

"YesMr. Dixon" Cassandra replied and left my awfully bland room.Cassandra wasn't much older than me and we would play together allthe time. My mother despised her mostly because she was a servantsdaughter but she was my best friend. I remember my disapointment. Mypaintings, my sheets, my favorite blue and purple polka dottedpajamas, all of it was black and white. The longer my parents werequiet, the more I thought something was wrong with me, the more Ithought I would never be able to see my precious blue again. Then mymother finally spoke.

"Mydear sweet Kalie, there comes a time in everyone's life where theylose the color in their life. When I lost my color it was a similarsituation to yours, I was thirteen when I lost the sight of color, wedo not know why or how it happens, we only know how to get it back.When you find your soulmate, you will get your color back."

"Howlong will it take Mama? What if I never find my soulmate and I amleft without my colors forever?" I asked

"That'ssomething you'll have to figure out on your own." My father saidas my mother got up off the automan and walked towards the door.

"Nowplease get dressed and come down for breakfast, Agatha madestrawberry crepes." My mother said and she closed the door.