Eye might (✔)

Myself

Being home was great even if we lived a bit poorly, we were happy. Now school...that was depressing.

After what had happened that day, I obeyed what my mother had warned me about. It was difficult as a child. I had so much energy and wanted to spend it all with somebody, a friend. But around the time before I was born a new rule had been established by the superiors...

-Starting today, those with Brown Eyes are allowed to give birth and raise only one child. We must have a balance in our world, this kind is carelessly exaggerating it's existence. Hence forth it must be controlled. It is what's best.

For them.

Our population has reduced quite a lot.

In my group I had made friends with my same kind, but one day none of them wanted anything to do with me. I had overheard some kid talking about it. It was then that I knew why. Apparently those kids who I'd faught and got the warning from the principal told their parents and these threatened my friends families. Now they all avoided me.

I always told my Mom how my day went, since she always asked. This talk mostly occured when she's in the kitchen making food and me sitting on a chair next to our little round wooden table. Her face sadenned when I spoke about my loss of friends. She stopped mixing something she had on a bowl and looked at me. "Would you like if I changed you to another school sweetheart?" Eyes expressing concern and sadness.

The school I was in now was the only one closest to her work and home. She didn't care how much she'd need to walk or run after a tired long day of work. As long as I was happy.

Eventhough one of our kind's special ability is resistance, being pushed to your limits everyday for years does make it's side effects. Many of the adults (with Brown eyes) due to excessive work actually end up paralyzed for life. It's a drastic outcome due to our ability's over use. We must be careful.

"No Mom." I answered. "Thank you, but I'm okay. I can handle this."

My Mom smiled and nodded. She knew me. I'd try to handle this like she would.

When it was break time, I'd watch everyone play in the school's play ground. I would come up to them and ask if I could join but they would leave before I could even finish my question. I'd keep trying everyday though...why? Hope.

First years of school was hard. I kept trying to make friends for 5 years. How frustrating. It's unbelievable how everyone still tries to hide from me. One day I decided to tell Mom how I felt.

As I grabbed my chair, placed my backpack on the table and sat crossing my arms over my chest, I grumbled. "Who needs friends right?"

Mom didn't turn around from the vegetable she was cutting. "What's wrong dear?" I could hint the worry in her tone.

"I'm tired of reaching out. I don't want to give up, but I've decided that I don't need some outsider to talk to or spend time with. I've got you and Grandma. That's all I need." I puffed out my cheeks.

"Honey, are you sure you're okay this way? I don't want you to feel lonely. Solitude can easily overtake you, especially in schools."

I sighed. "Yeah I'm sure. I'll just pay attention to class. Try to entertain myself with something...maybe draw or color..."

"You don't like coloring...and you don't draw..."

"It's just an example Mom."

At that moment there was a knock at the door and Grandma came in with a huge smile. "And how did today go for my beautiful family?"