86There was a dress laying on the black and red comforter. It was, pink, with yellow flowers. Not to mention, it was a halter top. I swallowed nervously and picked it up between my first finger and thumb to carry it downstairs.
My mother who was standing at the sink, washing dishes looked behind her shoulder and sighed when she saw me holding the dress. "You need to wear color..."
"I am wearing color..."
"Black...is not a color...It's a thing." I rolled my eyes and threw the dress on the table before walking to the fridge.
"It's not clear...so it's a color. Besides, I only wear black for one reason.." She paused in her washing and looked at me with her perfectly arched eyebrow raised. "And that would be.."
"No one has found anything darker yet." I grinned before grabbing the milk carton, downing the rest of what was in it. "I swear Joey, sometimes I wonder if you really...Nevermind." "Really what?"
"Are my child." She whispered, gripping the side of the silver sink, not looking at me. I raised my pierced eyebrow and stood there, waiting for her to say something.
An apology, or anything. On cue, my father walked in the door, announcing he was home before walking into the kitchen to see his family glaring at each other. "What's wrong with everyone?"
"Nothing...Everything is fine. I was just trying to get Joey to wear this dress." I sighed, slammed the fridge shut and walked upstairs, logging on my computer to submit some of my latest poetry to my website. I didn't even declare I was still here until hours later, after dinner which I missed, and after all the Thursday night TV line up shows were off. I stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking at my parents as they just stared at me, waiting for me to say something. "Well?" My mom asked, making me roll my eyes. "Do I have to have a reason to want to stand somewhere?" I shrugged and walked into the kitchen, glaring at the same dress still sitting at the table. After finding nothing but leftovers in the fridge, I headed back upstairs, ignoring my parents discusion of me. I turned on my radio and let the local rock station play the music to get me sleepy. After a few minutes, I fell asleep and didn't wake until the morning.
"Richard! Have you found the chosen one yet?" The boy looked through the dark glass of his looking mirror and shook his head. "I'm not sure about this one girl I saw. She fits your descriptions well, except...She's a bit...dark." "Dark? How do you mean? She uses the black magics?" Richard shook his head, making the black spikes shake a bit. The others on the opposite side of the mirror sighed and relaxed a bit. "But, instead of brown hair...It's black and a deep dark blue. She has rings in her ears, and something peirced through her nose and eyebrow. The student's at this school torment her. She's like..a fool or something to them. I don't understand this world." He sighed and pulled the black jacket around him tighter as he paced back and forth in the small trailor he had to buy. A small matress was placed in the corner of the living room and the only food in the cabinets and fridge were lettuce, bread,and eggs. "Allright. Observe this girl more tomorrow. If she gives any sign of being the one...Confront her, and bring her home!" "How will I know if she is the chosen?" Richard asked, taking a bite of bread to ease his growling stomach. "She has a scar. On her ribs. It is three lines with another line above the others. You MUST make sure she is really Josephine Blackwing. Good luck!" Richard blinked as the glass went black and faded back into being a mirror. He set it down on the counter and sighed, finishing the last bit of his bread. 'I've been a master for 5 months, and already I'm sent on a grave mission. I can not fail...'