Color Me Softly

Chapter 1

.:. Okay question, can someone make me a cooler looking cover?  Second of all, do you guys like this title or Color Me Softly?  If you have anymore titles that you think would fit with this story, please tell me!  Third of all, I would love to thank you all!!!  This story got to 214 on the What's Hot List so I'm guessing that the idea is pretty good?  Please leave your comment, vote, and possibly become a fan?  Speaking, I would like to thank you all who's fanned me!!! Oh another thing, I can't exactly mention any color other than black, white, and grey since they don't know of the other colors so i try to use scenery to describe the colors.  Please tell me if you get confused about this! .:.

            I spin the pencil around and around on the desk.  I glare at the abnormal shade of it.  It's as if the grass mixed with a river mixed with the dark color of the sunset.

            "Isabella," calls out my teacher.  I glance up at him as he stares down in irritation.  "Please try to pay attention to your history lesson," he says making me look down with a blush painting my cheeks.  Kids around me snicker at my discomfort and I look down at my sneakers just as the last bell rings.  I sigh as I pick up my books letting my hair the color of rich, forest dirt with dark blood mixed in. 

            "That was harsh," Jaidee says as her sandy hair bounce around her face in curls.  I shrug as I walk out the classroom.  "Anyways, have you seen the new kid?" she asks me dragging me away from my locker and out the door.  I sigh as I look up at the white fluffy clouds as they drift through the bright sky.  "What are you looking at?" she asks and I smile at her.

            "It's just so beautiful," I say shrugging making her forest eyes stare at me.

            "It's just the plain ol' grey," she says grabbing my hand and towards my sleek black truck.  "Now this," she says touching it softly "is beautiful."  I laugh at her as I open up the truck and jump into it.

            "It sure is," I say sighing.  Jaid jumps in slamming the door shut behind her.

            "What's wrong Belly-bell?" she asks making up a goofy nickname for me.

            "Nothing," I say while revving the truck and sighing in satisfaction.  "Now what were you about to say about the new kid?" I ask even though I didn't want to.  I'm not the gossip type of a girl.  Jaid's lips turn into a smile as she starts into a huge conversation about him.

            In the fifteen minutes ride home, I learned more about the kid then I wanted to.  He's in our grade he was born in some European country but moved to the United States shortly after.  He goes by the name of Galen and he's single.  Apparently, he has light grey eyes that I believe would be the color of the sky in my book.    Also, he's supposedly "my type".

            "Jaidee, I'm not even sure I have a type," I groan as I spin the wheel parking into my driveway. 

            "Of course you do silly, everyone has to have a type!" she says as she I unbuckles her seatbelt, pick up her bag, and hop out of the truck.   I follow suit as I hop out of the driver's side.

            "Uh-huh, then what's my type?" I ask and she smirks over at me.

            "Tall, dark hair, light eyes, muscley but not too much muscles," she says while tapping her finger to her chin.  "He also has to be smart so you don't feel like you have to do everything," she says and I look over at her in shock. 

            "That is... wow," I say shaking my head.  How did she know all that?  "And he's all of those?" I ask and she shakes her head no.  My heart gives unexpected dip.

            "Nope, he has all of those and more," she says waggling her eyebrows.  "Like those lips..." she stops as I push my shoulder into hers.

            "Okay, okay, I get the picture," I laugh as I open the white door stepping onto the carpet the color of dirt and black mixed together... yeah, not a very pretty one. 

            "Hi sweetie," mom says coming out of the kitchen kissing the top of my head along with Jaidee's.  So Jaidee isn't my sister, she's my neighbor, but she's like my sister from another mister.  Even mom thinks of her as a daughter.  "I want you to take this tray of cookies over to our new neighbors," mom says while walking back into the kitchen.

            Jaidee laughs as she backs away, "And this, my dear Izzy, is where I say adieu and adios my friend," she says backing up practically running down the hall before I can stop her.

            "Lousy excuse of a best friend," I mutter under my breath as I pick up the tin pan.  I take in a deep breath as the smells of chocolate chips and sugar fill the air.  "So, what's the dealio with the new neighbors?" I ask as I pick up one of the cookies I'm supposed to take over.

            Mom laughs at me as I try to hide the evidence of taking one.  "They moved here from Nebraska and I think they have a son and a five year old daughter," mom says while motioning to the cookies.  "Go take them over before they get cold," she says ushering me off. 

            "Fine," I grumble snatching the warm pan off the counter.  I sigh as I trudge down the grey sidewalk through the bright trees.  I don't know how everyone else goes through life not being able to see these colors.  Maybe they see them in their dreams. 

            "I said watch out!" someone screams at me.  I turn around and scream as I see a skateboarder coming right towards me.  He looks at me with crazy sky color eyes before jumping off the board landing on the soft grass as the board rolls over my toes slowing its stop.

            "Oh my God," I say worriedly as I jog to him with the cookies still tight in my hands.  "Are you okay?" 

            "Why didn't you jump out the way?" he says angrily standing up with his head hung down low trying to rip a rock out of a bleeding scrape.  I cringe and look away.

            "I was daydreaming," I say and he scoffs.  "Hey, it's a mental condition," I say trying to defend myself... I don't think I'm doing a very good job of it.

            "Are you sure that you're just not mental yourself?" he asks and I glare at him.

            "Hey I said I was sorry.  If you don't want to accept my apology, then it's your loss," I say turning away from him.

            "Look," he says pulling at arm.  I freeze on the spot and glare over at him not really looking at him.

            "You have three seconds to let go of me before I go ninja on your butt and kick you to the ground."  He laughs at me but let's go.  Smart boy.

            "Sorry, just having a rough new day," he says and I snort while walking down the sidewalk more.

            "Aren't all days new days?" I ask as I skim my finger across a trees dark bark.

            "Good point," he says catching up at me.  I glare at him but stop when I look at him.  Black hair, blue eyes, and tall, muscular but not too muscular... oh fiddlesticks, this is the new kid from our school and I bet he's my new neighbor.

            "Do you live right there?" I ask pointing to the white and dirt house next to us.  He nods his head unsurely.  "Oh fish sticks," I say while walking down the sidewalk towards the grass and bright blood color door.

            "Why are you walking towards the door?" he asks but I ignore him as I ring the doorbell.  Why does he have to be my new neighbor?  Why does God hate me?  I mean, first I can see color, second, I have to fear that someone will figure it out and I'll get kidnapped, and now the hot new kid is my neighbor. 

            "Hello," says a frazzled woman opening the door up.  I smile at her as I hold my hand out to shake hers.

            "Hi, I'm your new neighbor," I say and I can hear... oh what's his name?  Galen that's it!  I hear Galen take in a sharp intake of breath as his mother shakes my hand.  "Welcome to the neighborhood."