"HEATHER GARNET MCMILLAN! Are you in this world or not?!"
Her voice was followed by endless laughs and comments of my classmates. Is this the way they treat mentally unstable people? Very ordinary.
I am still in my glass coffin. Sleeping. Dreaming. Mending. Mom thinks the shock must have affected my mind and brain. She is correct - but I am not a mentally disabled girl. Just can be seen like one.
I didn't react and just took my gaze from the window to the book. Mrs. Mophie continued.
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"Wow girlie! You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen"
Jany Grim - I recall, came and sat on the chair in front of my desk.
"Purple to the core. Is that pink in the middle and the edge?"
Jim Mel - the player and the class wagger added with wide eyes. I averted my gaze back to the open blank book on my desk.
"My - my, she is mentally unstable alright. No memory, no communication skills, just a doll. Why are you comming to school anyways? "
She continued. Those words just reflect on me. After that incident I told myself to retreat. To never have friends and not to be the perfect girl I was. Just an insane person. My mom believes there's still me, inside me. I feel sorry for her.
"Shh... She has a brain ya know?"
Jim scowled at Jany.
"Nah- just a dummy. C'Mon! Late for lunch."
Jany got up and went away. I felt the guilt of Jim and the trouble he is going through to find some words to say. Don't bother.
"Umm... don't eat the burgers. They have some issues."
Jim left after a short pause. I looked out of the window. The wind blew strands of my hair in hues of garnet and cashew from my face. What am I?
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Gambling of Shades
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