The Color Of Water: A Short Story

I woke up feeling awful. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this terrible: I didn’t want to do anything. Head throbbing, stomach aching, legs shaking. I had no idea what I had eaten or what I could have done to get this sick. Nothing was going my way that morning. However, I hadn’t thrown up yet, so at least something was going my way. When I tried to get up and go downstairs however, my body told me to sit right back down. When I found my phone under my pillow I was surprised to learn that it was already 11:17. As lay there I spotted my summer reading book, The Color of Water, on my bedside table. I had been dreading reading this book since school got out, but I decided to give it a try since I had nothing else to do.
My mom came upstairs to see what was wrong, because she had noticed I missed

I told her I felt terrible and couldn’t move and she left me alone for the rest of the day. As I began to read, it wasn’t off to a good start. I thought the plot was pretty slow moving and even boring. However, knowing I had nothing else to do, I kept reading it. From Ruth separating from her parents to her marriage to Dennis I became intrigued by the storyline. I forgot about the time or the next meal, all I could think about were the characters; I had begun to think of them as real people. Surprisingly, by this time my headache had begun to fade away, and was totally focused on finishing that book. I had never been so in touch and intrigued by a book before nor have I read a book in one whole sitting. After I finished the book I felt completely regenerated and restored. I forgot everything else that day and only thought about James and when his mother told him that God was the color of