Silver Eyes

Intuition

"Hey, Silver." Marnie called, running to catch up with me in three-inch purple heels with zombies on them. "Wait up!"

"Hey, Marnie, what's up?" I asked her, trying to sound pleasant.

"I totally had a dream about you last night." She told me with a laugh. "It was wicked vivid. You turned into a bear!" She exclaimed. I tried not to look worried or upset about a silly dream.

"What does that mean?" I asked, hesitantly but still genuinely curious.

"It means you're strong or courageous and maybe that'll help me somehow." She smiled, her pretty eyes twinkling at me from under her long lashes like there were stars reflected in them.

"Oh! Nice. I look forward to helping you." I laughed, relieved that it didn't mean I was a shapeshifter or something.

"See you at lunch!" she cheered, giving me a quick lavender-scented hug, before disappearing to class. The flowery smell she left me with seemed to relax me for my remaining three classes.

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I had missed my mom so bad. When I flung open the door, I could hear her drop some clothes in her room.

"Silver!" she exclaimed appearing in the hallway with her arms open. I ran into her arms and gave her a hug.

"How was it?" I asked when she let me go.

"Absolutely beautiful! The water where we were was so clear and the sunsets were brilliant! I'll have to take you for a holiday or something!"

"Aww that would be so fun!"

"Are you feeling better?" She asked, putting her hand to my forehead.

"I do feel better." I nodded.

"How have you been without me here?"

"Um... Well, the food's not as good." I said making her laugh.

"Honey," she looked at me funny like she noticed something weird, "Why are your eyes that color?"

"What color?" I asked, not knowing what to say or think. I wondered if my eyes were glowing. They didn't feel warm like they were glowing.

"They looked blue." She said in shock looking closely, her eyebrows arching dramatically as she dipped her head to look deep into my eyes.

"They are blue." I argued, avoiding her eye contact stubbornly.

"Silver! Look at me." She ordered, as my eyes darted away from her scrutiny. She held my chin and I relented and ceased avoiding her. "They're supposed to be a grey color." She stated. "That's one of the reasons your father named you Silver." Her eyebrows were pulled together and she seemed far away. Then she came back and after a second more of staring she concluded that they probably just caught the light funny. "They look fine now..." She mumbled.

"My father named me?" I asked with a mix of curiosity and a bit of discontent.

"Yes." My mom answered hesitantly, sounding a little guilty. We stood in silence as I digested the information. "What do you want for dinner?"

"I don't care." I mumbled with an indifferent shrug. I wasn't hungry at all. I went to my room and sat on my bed with my backpack, my phone, and my ipod.