coping

eyes

Isat up. My glassy eyes reflected in the mirror across from the bottomof the bed. That's all you could see of me. One of my eyes wasblue, the other deep reddish brown, they were the inspiration for thecutting words of the kids at school, and at night they hunted me inmy dreams. They were always stareing, watching. Oh god, I had to movethat mirror, or put something over it before I went to sleep. Maybeit was seeing my eyes in the dim light before I dozed of that eggedon the nightmares. I wiped the beads of cold sweat of my face beforeI layed back down "3..2.." I knew my mother would call me soon, awake up call so to speak. The trouble was, I was usually alwaysalready awake.

"darlings!Its time for you to get upsies!" my mum called from the bottom ofthe stairs. I slowly shifted out of bed and got changed into myuniform. I ran my brush threw my short hair and made my way into thebath room, battling my brothers for a place at the sink. I quicklywashed my face and ran downstairs. My mum threw a disapproving glanceat me. She didn't like the fact that I never wore a skirt. Shedidn't like the fact that I never wore make up. She hated my hairand told me regularly that it was a boys cut and that I needed togrow it out. There seemed only one thing that me and my mother couldagree on. My eyes. We both hated them, to my mother it was adeformity, a desise that needed to be rectified.

Iquickly ate two slides of toast with honey before saying goodbye andwalking out of the house, ready to revive figurative lashes from mypeers. The wind tugged at my blazer blowing it backwards and my tieflew behind my back. I put my tie back were it would have been andcontinued trudging to school, making my way threw a mix of crowded,deserted and plain creepy streets. Getting into the school gates Isighed a little. Now all I had to do was wait for my small group offriends.

"ANNIEANNIE!" I herd it shouted in the familiar voice of one of myfriends, Katrina. I turned around, a second to late it seemed as oneof the insufferable people in my school had already started talkingto her. She mouthed 'help me' before making a sarcastic remark towhatever he had said. This encounter ended quicker than most becausewithin a few minuets she had escaped and walked up to me

"greatChristopher crinkle puffs, that really ticked me off, old chap" shespurted out, she often said things like this, because she had made avow to herself not to curse. She got mad fairly often, and she made amassive effort to replace any bad words with some thing comical. Thisworked quite well at lightening the mood and keeping us all happier.Katrina was the joker. Katrina was one of the best friends you couldhave, no matter how many pranks she decided to pull on you.

Wechatted for a wile about none important things. You know, theweather, what we ate last night, what we watched. Then she asked thequestion. "how did you sleep" she asked me this every day, andshe always new the answer. She was one of the only people willing tolisten to my ramblings about nightmares and my hate of my eyes.

Soonmore people had come and our little group had accumulated. Itconsisted of 4 of the unpopular people in the school. There was me,Katrina, Chris and Siobhan, we were very close knit and we felt likenothing could come between us. No one really knew us out of yourfriend group and family. Katrina was the oldest in her family, shehad two younger sisters, Stark and Diana. Chris had Hallie andBracken. Siobhan had Nina. Me? I had James and Steven, its not like Ididn't love my older brothers (in the most platonic way ever, ofcourse) but I had no sisters, no one to relate to. I guess that'swhat made me a sort-of-tomboy.

Westood around near the tree next to the gate, chatting between ourselfes, cold brisk wind blowing around, making our ties dance to asilent tune, as usual we were very early, about 40 or so minuets.This time was our oasis, our ecipse from riality. Riality? Somepeople dont espeshaly need to cope in any other way than just living,but us four did.

Afew of the popular girls strutted threw the gates "wellhhhaaaaayyyyy there! Its miss sarcastic, miss two face, miss moperand miss loony" one of them said before walking of, thinking thatthey owned the place. We glanced between at each other. Our briefretreat was all ready over, and as the bell screeched we all walkedoff to tutor. Me and Katrina were in the same tutor, so we walkedtogether. I sighed "Kat, Kitkat, catnip, why cant people justaccept us?" she just shrugged as we walked in silence, and sat intutor.

Thelessons up until lunch seemed to crawl by, and time had lost itswings. The girls and guys in my classes said there obligatory harshwords and I sunk farther into my shell. I hid in myself, never said aword. I guess that's my way of copping. Lunch finally came aroundand I met up with Chris. She started telling me a story about kat."she was talking to this guy. This guy kissed her. She kissed back.She never told us she liked him! She never told me!"