The Color of Eyes

Chapter 1

    "What I want to do to my daughter is up to me!" Was the thing I startled awake to. Although the voice was muffled, it sounded like my mother's voice. My mom's name is Leah.
    "I get that, Mrs. Siefkin," another voice soothed Mom down - or, at least, tried to. "But think about the conciquences of this choice. Lil' miss Melody may be bad. Think about it. She'll be bullied by the kids. Her privileges may be limited - or even revoked. She'll have to work twice as hard--"
    "And that's what I mean," Mom snapped, cutting off the man's voice. "If this is what this world have come down to, then I want my child to have none of it! I want her to make her own decisions! No! Don't try to change my mind, I've made it up."
    "But--" the guy started.
    "No," Mom interrupted him firmly.
    "You see--" the guy tried.
    Mom shot him down. "No. Get. Out. Of. My. House."
    Shuffling noises. Footsteps coming down the stairs. I took this chance to open my door and walk out. And so I did.
    What I saw was a man dressed in some kind of business suit sulking out the door when he thought no one was watching.
    "Mom?" I called out, startling the man. He started walking faster out the door. "Hey, what're you doing here?" I asked the man, playing dumb. Of course he was here to talk about me and about my parents' choices - he wasn't the first one, and he wouldn't be the last.
    The man mumbled something, then he walked out the door, closing it gently behind him.
    I turned towards Mom, who was coming down the stairs (part of my room is practically below the stairs) with a roll of my eyes. "Another one?" I said.
    Mom's eyes flashed red with anger, then blueish-gray with sadness. "Yeah," she sighed. "And, if I'm guessing right, they won't be stopping anytime soon." Her eyes flashed yellow with worry.
    My never-changing dark blue eyes with a tint of green flashed with worry. "You're worried?" I asked her. "For what? My safety? What does that man mean 'bullied by kids' and 'privileges being removed; or even revoked'?" I pressed her.
    Still yellow, but with a darker yellow tint to it. "The reason I don't let you go to school," she answered vaguely. "Why I homeschool you."
    "Are there any other kids like me?" I questioned.
    "I'm sure there are, honey," Mom assured me, her eyes showing a pale purple.
    I knew what that color meant. Guilt.  "Why do you feel like that?" I asked her. She just stared back at me, confused. I continued. "You feel guilty. Why?"
    Mom sighed with a pale red in her eyes, replacing the pale purple. "This is what I mean," she murmered. "People can read you like a book." She looked at me. "Be happy you can keep your secrets. Because people like us can't."
    I looked at the floor. "I know," I mumbled.
    Mom held my chin in her hand and gently made me look at her. She looked like she was going to cry. "Honey. Melody. Listen to what I'm saying," she whispered, her eyes now a shade of blue with a hint of... was that orange? Or yellow?
    "Yes, Mom," I agreed.
    "Do kids tease you?" she asked me.
    I tensed. "Not really," I answered.
    Mom shook her head.
    "Hey, what're you guys doin'?" A voice asked us sleepily.
    Mom let go of me and turned to face my sister, Wynonna. She was 17 and I was 14. And, unlike me, she goes to public school.
    "Nothing," Mom answered hurriedly. "Just talking to Melody about things."
    Wynonna just shrugged. "I'mma go make myself some breakfast," she announced, then she went in the direction of the kitchen.
    Mom turned back to me and smiled. "I'm going to go make sure she doesn't burn the house down," she joked.
    I chuckled and Mom followed Wynonna into the kitchen. I decided to go back to my room and try to get more sleep, even though I knew it would take a long time.
    And that it did. And when I fell asleep, I tossed and turned and had a nightmare.

[Yes I know this is a very short chapter, but I plan to be making much longer ones soon. I just didn't know how to end it, tbh.]