The Girl With the Orange Eyes

Chapter 3

I walked down the hall to my next class. It has math, my best subject. I hurried into Mr. Jacob's class. He smiled at me from the front of the room. I smiled back. Mr. Jacobs was the only teacher that actually acted like I was better than a pile of dung and enjoyed having me in his class. I loved his class.

"Welcome, Kim. Go ahead and sit down. I was about to introduce our new student." I smiled back at him and took my seat in the back of the class. Mr. Jacobs was the only teacher who had been kind enough to put me in the back so I could run out the door without running past all the rest of the students.

"Alright class this is the new student. Her name is Mizu, and I want you to all make her feel welcome." Mizu was a small girl, I would guess around five foot. She was very skinny, had dark brown hair, and looked Asian. She smiled at Mr. Jacobs.

"Wait your name is seriously, me-zoo?" a boy from the front asked. "That is the dumbest name I have ever heard!" He laughed and his friends around him joined in the sound.

"It is pronounced Mizu. It's Japanese for water." Mizu replied glaring at them. "And I don't care if you think it is the dumbest name ever. It is my name and I am proud of it." The boy and his friends stared at her. It was obvious that they were popular boys that had never had anyone argue with them or dare oppose what they said, and were shocked when someone actually did. I took an instant liking to Mizu. Anyone who took the insulting words that those popular boys throw at them and shoved them back in their face was a cool and quite brave person in my book.

Mr. Jacobs could barely hide his smile at Mizu's words, as he started the math lesson. I tried to hide my grin too especially since the boy had come out of his shock and was glaring at everyone in the room who dared smile at Mizu's comment. He looked at me and a rush of rebellion flowed through me and I smiled as evilly and smugly as I could muster. 

There is the saying, if looks could kill, but I can promise you the person who first said that should have said, looks can first kill you, then rip your cold dead corpse into a thousand pieces and burn it, if they wanted to describe the look I got from the boy. We glared into the each other's eyes for a few seconds before he looked away. I smiled and looked up towards the front of the room, where Mr. Jacobs was teaching and met the eyes of Mizu. She was staring at me, her eyes full of a fear so strong it was tangible. I was shocked. I had gotten many strange reactions from people I first met, but never had I gotten complete fear. People mostly looked at my bright red hair and orange eyes and stared, out of curiosity, but not fear. I wondered what made Mizu so afraid of me. What was so different about me that it could strike her with that strong of a fear? Mizu slowly pulled her gaze away from me and faced the front of the class. She was shaking, I could see it from where I was at. I stared at her shaking form. What was so strange about looking the way I did? Didn't all the people who could control fire looked like me? Why was she so afraid? I was lost deep in thought as the world moved on around me.