eyes of the mind

chapter 1

'THIS IS A ROM COM KILL THE DIRECTOR'

I Lavender Hayes am going to enjoy this so called high school experience. Is what I am thinking while blasting The Wombats, 'Kill the Director'.

It's hard to pinpoint when my style and interest changed to pop princess to alt grunge but it's great to see myself evolve and not stuck in my ways.

As I am assessing my curly hair with the piercing decorating my right eyebrow and my septum I think people will think I am edgy.

The oversized black and gray striped distressed sweater paired with cut off black shorts with distressed stockings paired with my high top black and white converse screams approachable, in its own right.

I check the time and see it's time to go to school and it's a nice day so I'll ride my bike to the building that is responsible for my education.

As I approach I see the normal, the jocks mixed in with pretty cheerleaders and student council. The stoners associating with the goths and the outcasts associating with themselves.

It is not as stereotypical as your run of the mill high school but it is pretty close. There is 'popular' people, an unspoken chart that consist the rank from 'I want to be you' to 'who the fuck are you?' Which I find totally ridiculous but that is coming from someone who seems to be camouflaged within these school walls.

Hail the men of the hour Brock Hurly, the golden boy of the school as well as the token to all the wins of the football and basketball team. In turn his best friend who is labeled the edgier version of Brock, August Miller.

They both have the reputation of breaking hearts around the school. Dating girls who in turn pass them around their friend group. Which leads to them all hating each other while both August and Brock get labeled as the ladies men.

"MORNING LIONS, I hope this summer treated you well, tonight is the annual back to school bash-" Principal Bridge gabs over the intercom.

As I walk down the halls I notice a shift, everyone seems on edge. Normally I would just ignore it and move on but this is a different feeling. A feeling of tension and high school drama.

"Did you hear about what she did? How she ghosted both of them? I hear she's coming back today" says a girl I notice to be in the same grade as me gossiping with her friend.

Who is this mysterious person everyone is gabbing about? I think. Turning my attention to that conversation I in turn bump into something or someone.

"What where the fuck you're going" says some beefy looking freshman. That was the sign to mind my business for the rest of the year.

That was until I noticed the nervousness of Brock and anger of August as a beautiful girl approaches them with a smile and the rest of the hall going silent and slowing down their stride to class.

I looked at this scene with marveled eyes as to how we decided to collectively treat these people as greats and discard our self worth and daily routine to discover the secrets and shame of the people idolized as greats within these school walls.

And with that I continued my journey to the first class of the day.