Lovely Colors

In my world, we are at firstborn in black and white. Everything is one of the two colors up until we meet our soulmate. You have to have physical contact, but even if you simply brush fingertips it counts. The moment you touch, everything bursts into color. This is the story of the day I met my soulmate.

Chapter 1

Good morning summer camp

I stretched out in bed, yawning and freezing, my blankets on the floor. I rolled over and groaned. My first day of summer camp was today. I slowly crawled out of bed, my feet touching the cool floor. I walked to the bathroom where I began getting ready. Putting the toothpaste on the toothbrush, I looked into the mirror. My hair was a bit of a mess, and my eyes were hazy from the morning. Of course, I had no idea what color they were, but I would like to think I had brown hair and eyes that were blue or green. I couldn’t really tell. People had told me I pretty, but I wasn’t sure if I believed them. After all, all they saw was the black and white version of me.

I finished brushing my teeth and I scrubbed my face with soap and water. I took out my lipgloss, mascara, and other beauty products and applied them slowly. I took a step back and looked at the finished product. This could work. Opening my cabinet drawer, I took out my hairbrush and worked vigorously until my dreadlocks looked more like hair. I even curled the ends to add a special touch.

I went back into my room and opened my closet doors. I had already packed, so most of my cute clothes and bathing suits were locked away in my suitcase. I settled on a romper that went down to about the middle of my thighs. Not to short but not to long. That way I wouldn’t look like a grandma, but I could still jump around without flashing my bunkmates. It had little flowers drawn all over it. I pulled white vans out of my closet, the only color they made and put them on. I was officially ready to go. I went back into the bathroom and picked up my toothbrush and beauty products. I crammed them into my suitcase and carried it down the stairs.

My mom was busy finishing breakfast, shoving eggs and toast into a napkin for me to eat on the way over to camp. I smiled, I couldn’t imagine mornings without her. I walked outside and put my suitcase in the car and my mom came rushing outside. “ Well don’t you look pretty,” she said handing me my breakfast napkin and a fork. “Thanks, mom”, I replied, kissing her on the cheek and jumping in the front seat. It has always been me and my mom. People rarely ever find their soulmate, so most of the time, people just settle for what they can have. My dad left when he found out my mom was going to have me. We haven't seen him since. The whole soulmate thing often ruins relationships because people think, if your not my soulmate, how will we ever work? Of course, there are happy couples who love each other no matter what. For the majority of us though, we don’t find true love, just temporary love.

My mom hopped into the driver's seat. “First day of summer camp, here we come!“ She said, pulling away from the driveway. I smiled. Here we come.