His Hazel Eyes

Chapter 1

Kasper's pov:

Why did we have to move? Just why!?!

Packing up the whole house and leaving a place that was bad doesn't change anything.

My dad is still going to abuse me, my moms still not going to be here, and I'm still going to be alone.

Most people would be excited for a new change, but not me.

To me it just means more people are going to find more ways to make my life even worse.

I set my last box down in my new room sighing.

Why New Jersey?

There's so many prissy little bitches and half of them are going to be at my new school.

"Kasper! Get down here!" I hear my father yell.

I walk down the stairs to see my dad angry, he's looking at me like I crashed his car.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"What the hell are you doing!?!" he yells.

"What do mean?" I ask staying on the steps.

"Go out and get the rest of the shit out my car!" he yells pointing at the open door.

He's clearly drunk. Great.

"Ok." I walk pass him and walk outside towards the car.

"Piece of shit!" I hear him yell, then the front door slams shut.

I run up to it and wiggle the door knob to see that he locked it.

Great.

I sigh turning my back to the door and starting to walk in a random direction on the sidewalk.

I find a park with no one there and go to sit under a big tree.

I lean my back against the trunk of the tree and relax a little.

I look around taking in my surroundings when my eyes land on a boy sitting at a picnic table no more than 3 feet away from me.

His long hair covers his face but it looks like he might be drawing in a note or sketchbook.

He looks up looking right at me.

His beautiful bright hazel eyes looking into my boring, non-magical brown ones.

He looks back down at his notebook closing it, then gets up and starts walking away.

Well then, I know I'm not the most appealing person in the world but come on, I'm not going to chew your face off.

I check the time on my phone and see it's been at least a good 20 minutes, so father might be passed out. Maybe I can sneak back in.

When I get to my house I try the back door and it opens.

I walk in quietly shutting the door behind me.

On my way to my room I see my father passed out on the couch with a beer bottle in his hand.

I go up the steps and walk into my room shutting the door.

I take off my jacket setting it on the end of my bed.

I still have boxes of stuff to put away, mainly clothes and bathroom stuff though.

I sigh flopping down on my still unmade bed, starring up at my ceiling until I feel my eyes get heavy and I fall asleep.