Caste System

Camila got out of bed. She noticed something was off about her place. It seemed smaller. She looked around and noticed she was not in her house. She saw photos of herself and family and friends and some of her personal knick-knacks, but she was in a more modest, suburban middle class house. She looked outside and noticed all of the houses were blue, and she was in a middle class neighborhood. She saw people dressed in blue, and one woman was leading another woman on a leash. The woman on the leash was in all white.

Camila went to get dressed, and noticed all of her clothes were blue. All of her shirts, pants, dresses, and everything but her underwear. She put on a pair of dark blue jeans. She found her phone. She called her agent. "Tom, what's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm in a different house, and all of my clothes are blue."

"Of course, you're a blue, what else would you be wearing."

"What do you mean I'm a blue?"

"Is this a joke?"

"NO!"

"We've had this conversation. There is no way you'll ever be a red. You were born a blue, and you'll die a blue. Just thank your lucky stars you're not a white and deal with it. By the way, be at Taylor Swift's mansion tonight at 6 pm. She has some things to go over with you. You know how reds are. Anything else?"

"No," said Camila in disbelief. Part of her thought this was a joke, and she must have been **** or something.