Heterochromia [g.a/a.u]

▪ C.I

"Our lesson for today is about William Shakespeare and how his career rose until his life ended" Mr. Hyleton said, ignoring his presence by reading a book. I ignored every word he say and every word he spill. He points out about Shakespeare's early life, on his poetry and his theatrical career. But still, I erase them in my head and focused on what I'm reading.

What do you want to do before you die? I said silently. I sometimes wonder about what will happen if I die. Do I have to choose which path should I go? Do I have to climb a ladder or fall on a hole instead? Most people think we have to choose the right path, which is a metaphor. We're not sure what will happen if we die. People are too curious.

"Ms. Aplin" Mr. Hyleton called, interrupting my thoughts. I glance in front. The atmosphere in the room felt quiet and everyone was giving me a cold shoulder except for Mr. Hyleton. Everyone thinks that I don't exist sometimes, which is fine to me. "Keep that non-educational book or I'll confiscate it" He said, pointing his index finger on me. I rolled my eyes and closed the book. Non-educational book, it is educational. It's a way of escaping reality and entering the virtual reality.

I pretend to listen to what he's talking about, until I felt bored.

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Everyone rushed through the door after the bell rang. I guess there's an exciting news. I didn't even care. I came out last, until Mr. Hyleton called me. I rolled my eyes and glanced at him, trying to find a way out of this conversation even if it hasn't started yet. "You've been a quiet and stubborn girl, Gabby" he said,

"Why would you call me stubborn if I'm not even that noisy?" I said, furrowing my eyebrow. He stood up and walked towards me, he planted his hands onto my shoulder. I felt irritated, his hands felt heavy as well. "You're not listening to what I'm talking about" he continued, "and you're not recitating, making your grades drop"

I slightly shake my shoulders, gesturing him not to plant his hands onto it. He drops his hands and wraps his arms. "Grades can be my priority" I said, "So I apologize for not listening to you a while ago"

"It's okay" he said, "But why aren't you listening to-"

"Because the book intrigued me than Shakespeare" I said, cutting him off. He sighed.

"I want to ask you a personal question" he said, "What?" I said

"Are you conscious of having heterochromia iridum?" He asked. "I'm not conscious about it" I answered

"Then what makes you a loner, Gab-"

"I'm not concious about my eyes, sir" I answered, cutting him off, "I'm not conscious about my eyes. I just don't like people asking me why I have heterochromia" I continued, "It's annoying"

It's true, I don't like people asking me about it. It's like a daily question, but same question as the first one daily. But that's not the reason why I'm a loner. Mr. Hyleton sighed, interrupting my thoughts again. "You should, at least, get a social life, Gabby" he said, "It's life's most important thing. Just give it a shot" he added.

Just give it a shot, I heard that phrase before. My mom saying that I need to get myself a social life and try to give it a shot. Ugh, I hate remembering that. "Insisting me to get a social life isn't helping me to "'give it a shot"' I continued, "social life is depressing, period"

I turn back and walked away, leaving mr. Hyleton standing in front of the door.

That was the worst. No, I'm not implying to what I'm saying but I'm implying to what he said about getting myself a social life. I will never get into trash talking to each other, giving each other love or anything! I will forever be a loner, and I will never, ever change.