Chatterbox: Inkwell

I'm not sure what to call this but I was inspired to write this by a fanfiction I was reading.  Have fun.

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Chapter 1: Jossie

Josselyn was sick of grey.  That was the reason she had sworn herself to shades of blue and black, she supposed, though she realized she would probably get tired of those colors too.  The first time she thought about leaving was late at night.  She was wearing black pants and a blouse striped vertically with shades of light and dark blue.  She was reading a book with a sky-blue cover underneath her window when she realized how late it was.  The color riots would be starting soon. 

Josselyn didn't have to look at a clock to know that people were coming.  She could hear their shouts from the distance.  She tried to zone them out, but caught a few words. 

"Freedom!" one shouted.

"Color!" yelled another.

Josselyn dared to take a peek from over her windowsill as the shouting grew louder.  There were already people gathered in the streets, wearing clothing of too many colors, dulled by the darkness outside.  She accidentally met eyes with someone, then darted back below her windowsill.  They probably would have seen her ocean-blue walls lit up by the stark white lightbulb in her room, and known she wasn't one of their allies.  She froze as a rock shot through her window with a crash, showering Josselyn in tiny pieces of glass.  She was thankful for her thick pale-blue socks as she got up and carefully hopped around the pieces of glass.  She pulled her navy blue curtains closed, concealing the hole, and flicked off her lights.  She wouldn't tell anyone about the hole.  It would just cause more trouble that she was awake during a riot.

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The next morning, Josselyn had almost forgotten about her broken window.  That is, until she saw the shattered glass on her floor the next morning.  It was a Saturday, so she could safely clean it up without leaving her room. 

She did so, carefully picking up each piece and collecting them up into her garbage can.  She covered the glass with a few tissues pulled straight from a tissue box and dusted her hands.  Now that the glass was taken care of, she could go downstairs.  She got dressed, putting on a pair of ripped blue jeans, an indigo shirt, and a fuzzy pale-blue sweater that she only wore on the weekends.

As she walked down the stone-grey stairs, she spotted her sister Beth sitting at the monotonous grey table, clad in red, orange, and yellow, her sworn colors.  She caught a glimipse of her mom in the kitchen, wearing a bright green blouse and forest-green formal pants. 

"Are you sure you want to be in the kitchen wearing that?" she asked her mother.

"Yeah, Mom.  We all know how clean you are when it comes to cooking." Beth agreed.  Their mom was famously messy whenever she was cooking.

"It'll be fine," Her mom said, and Josselyn rolled her eyes when she wasn't looking.  She came down the rest of the way and sat down at the table across from Beth.

"Where's Dad?" Josselyn asked. 

"He had to work today, Jossie.  He'll be back around five or so." Josselyn's mother said, coming out of the kitchen.

"Okay," Josselyn replied, her question satisfied.  But there was something else on her mind.  "Hey mom?"

"What is it, Jossie?"

"How many colors is a person allowed to be sworn to?"

Beth snorted at the question, and Josselyn shot her a glare.  "It can't be that bad of a question."

Josselyn's mom answered nervously.  "I'm not sure.  Why would you need to know that, Jossie?"

"I don't know.  I just got woken up last night by some riot and was wondering why people got so worked up over it in the first place."

Josselyn's mother looked relieved, and continued the conversation.  "That's good.  That you're not getting worked up about it.  Those people don't know what's best for them."

But Josselyn was worked up about it.  She was tired of grey.  Why couldn't the city have as much color as the rioters on the street?

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I'll probably post the second chapter again as soon as this posts.