One morning, as I woke up, yawning, streaching, and blinking my sleepy eyes, I sensed something was different. To tell it simply, something was. Everything was pure white, save their jet black outlines and grey shadows. I felt as if I was stuck between the pages of a brand new coloring book.

                    I got up quickly and looked in the mirror. What I saw, which supposedly was my reflection, was very alarming. Staring back at me was a pale white figure with a dark black outline and a very suprised look on her face.

                    Suddenly, I heard a scream from my sister's room. Of course I ran in just to find her room in the same dismal whiteness.That's when I saw it. The solution, I mean. There on her floor were her crayons, colored pencils, and paints all in beautiful color!

                   The president must have found out too, because everyone got the day off to bring back color to the land. But, of course, he didn't have to color anything, because he lived in the white house. At the end of the day just about everything was back to their beautiful colors.

                    Since then, every year we have a coloring holiday where everyone takes the day off to color. 

                 I hope you enjoyed this story. Feel free to leave comments, and to point out any mistakes.