Color Chapter 1

Daydream

Somehow it was the end of the day; I packed up my stuff and got on the bus quickly. I just sat there still in my haze, when my stop finally came I ran to my house. I ran up to my room and flopped on my bed, I couldn’t remember anything that had happened, all I remember was Adam and his perfect blue eyes.
Okay so maybe I was a little bit obsessed, but who could blame me? I actually saw the color of his perfect blue eyes. It was incredible, magical, and wonderful, I couldn’t keep it out of my head. I almost started smiling just thinking about him.  Suddenly I thought that school could actually be bearable with him there, if I had to go to school at least I could see him.
Suddenly my mom walked in and opened the door without knocking. “Hi sweetie how was your first day?” She had a nervous smile plastered across her face. “It was fine” I responded. “That’s good! I’m making some dinner it will be ready in 30 minutes!” My mom smiled at me and then left. Sometimes I think my mom cares a little too much, but who wouldn’t?
She didn’t even close the door when she left. But I didn’t care; I was still in my haze. I closed my eyes and pictured his eyes. I could see his bright blue eyes, the waving spirals of green that surrounded the outer circle. His thick lashes, the way the light reflected off of them. I couldn’t stop, he was just so wonderful. “Honey come down for some diner!” My mom yelled. Wasn’t she just up here like two seconds ago? Wow time flies when I think about him, although I already knew that.
I slowly came down on the soft carpet stairs; I could smell fresh pasta being taken off the stove. My mouth started to water, I was actually sort of hungry. But nowadays I’m never hungry; Adam is affecting me so much. He makes me change, but in a good way. My dad opened the door and greeted us. “Hi guys, how was your day?” He gave us a big loving smile. “Great! Come sit down I made dinner!” My mom replied. I followed my dad to the table; I sat in my favorite chair.
My mom already set the table; I scooped up a pile of spaghetti. Then I added the marinara sauce, which I believe is bright red. I grabbed a piece of garlic bread, it actually looked delicious. I was hungry, which was such a weird feeling, a feeling I didn’t remember.
I dug in, I cleaned my entire plate; that was the first time I actually ate a whole meal in a very long time. I could sense my parents were staring at me, probably wondering what was happening to me. I didn’t engage in the conversation, I pretty much didn’t pay attention at all. I finished quickly and then rushed back into my room. I’m pretty sure I heard my dad ask what had gotten in to me, I heard my mom laugh in response.
I closed my door and flopped on my bed, I thought about his blue eyes. His angelic blue eyes, he is… so… beautiful… I yawned, I turned over; I rolled myself up in my blankets. And I thought about his perfect, dreamy, blue eyes.