Through Your Eyes || Camilo Madrigal

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Camilo sat in the back of class 203 by himself everyday, his head laying on his arms as he stared out the window next to his desk. Today was no different and the sunlight pouring through covered his face with a warm glow.

"Camilo."

He raised his head. He knew that voice: Carlos.

"Yeah?" He addressed the boy stalking up the aisle, flanked on either side by two of his goons.

"Heard your baby brother's gift ceremony is next week or something. Think it will work?" Carlos sneered and the boys playing gang members behind him snickered.

"There is no doubt in my mind that it won't." A confident grin spread across Camilo's face.

Liar.

"I hope he gets a gift that's at least a little more useful than yours." Carlos smirked as he took his seat at the table across the aisle.

I hope so too.

Camilo was going to offer a sharp retort but the door opened and the teacher walked in. He was tall, wore glasses, and constantly looked like he was bored out of his mind.

"Settle down class. Today we have a new student joining us." His monotone voice spread throughout the room and drilled a hole through Camilo's head. He gestured to the doorway and a girl walked in. "This is Anastasia Marie Rodriguez. She will be joining the class from now on."

The class was silent, everyone staring at the girl standing in front of the chalkboard. She had long light brown hair that was pulled back into a neat ponytail. A bright red backpack was slung over her shoulder. But the most noticeable characteristic of Anastasia was her skin. Most of her skin was a deep tan color but there were splotchy birthmarks on her face, arms, and legs of a slightly lighter tone.

"Go take a seat, Anastasia." The teacher drawled.

Camilo realized the only open seat was the empty one next to him. The seat that had remained empty for a long time. She walked down the aisle and sat down, setting her backpack on the floor next to her feet.

The teacher bored through the lesson and Camilo got a closer look at Anastasia. Her light brown hair had deep natural waves and her nose curved upwards at the end. He gazed at her eyes. They weren't blue, but a stormy gray with little flecks imbedded in the irises. Seastorm gray.

Her eyes glanced towards him and he realized he was staring.

"Lo siento." He mumbled quickly, turning back to the blank sheet of paper he had pulled out to take notes. He never took notes. Maybe that's why he was failing. That and he never did his homework.

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Anastasia glanced over at the curly haired boy sitting next to her. They were taking an algebra quiz, which Ana had had no idea about but wasn't bothered by. Algebra was her specialty and the quiz was relatively basic. She finished it about five minutes before the end of class. Turning to glance around the room at her future classmates, her eyes rested on the boy next to her. His hazel eyes stared blankly at the page in front of him. She watched him out of the corner of her eyes, pretending to read a book. He sighed, glanced at the clock, his eyes widening in panicked shock. He bent his head down, scribbling here and there on the paper. She refocused her eyes back on her book, picking up a pencil and writing some words in the margins.