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A World Without Color: A World Without Color Chapter 4: Family Life

by Silvermist599

Silvermist599 Noah returns home with a lot of questions in his mind and overhears a phone call that says... you know, you'll see.
I arrived home at about 4:50, and I immediately went to my room. This was all so overwhelming. My mom was afraid of color? My friends weren’t friends? My hair wasn’t orange?

Okay, that last one wasn’t too heartbreaking, but you get the point. I was shocked. How had I even gotten here?

Soon, I heard a car in the driveway and looked up at the clock on the wall. Yup, it was 5:00, just like Nate predicted. That’s another thing, how did he know the exact time my mom would get home. I don’t even think the Nate I knew would know that.

I heard the garage door slam shut and my mom walk down the hallway. She knocked on the door and said, “Noah, dinner’s at 5:30. And I’m checking your room tonight. If I find anything colorful, your grounded for a week, understand?” she asked.

“Yes, mom,” I replied with a sigh.

“Don’t give me that tone!” she yelled. “You’re lucky I don’t send you off to boarding school.” She said and walked off.

I looked at the door in shock as she stormed away. My mom never yelled like that anymore. And she also never threatened to send me to boarding school either…




For the next half hour, I was lost in thought. When I finally looked back at the clock, I noticed it was 5:29, so I rushed out into the dining room, though a bit nervous. My mom had set my plate on the table and was walking out to eat in her bedroom. I guess it was just me then. That was a relief. I sat down at the table and looked down at what was on my plate and nearly gagged. It was literally slop. I stared at the gray stuff for a while before finding some courage and taking a bite. Big mistake.

I nearly threw up as the stuff touched my tongue. It was horrid. It was so bad that it must have been healthy. I looked at it sadly and held my nose before eating the rest, because that was apparently all I’d be eating until I found a way to get home.

“Home,” I thought looking around. Technically speaking, one could say I was home. My house, my city… but it wasn’t home. Home was where my friends were, and I needed to get back there. Maybe I should try asking my mom a few questions.

I walked out of the dining room and down the hallway to my mom’s room. I opened the door and saw she was on the phone with someone. She was turned the other way, so she hadn’t seen the door open. I decided to let her keep talking and closed the door again, waiting around to see if I’d hear anything important.

“Yes, Mr. Colstrom,” she said. “I’m quite sure.” That set off alarm bells in my mind. Mr. Colstrom was my school’s principle, why was she talking to him?

“Yes, I’m aware of their friendship, and I don’t approve.” She said. “Yes, the Moral boy’s necklace? He didn’t have it. Hm.”

I slowly backed away from the door, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping. I quickly and quietly ran to my room and locked the door. They were talking about Nate! What did they want from him? And why did they want his necklace?
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