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Trust.

There was only one problem with me and it was the one that made me differ from anyone else. Everyone had this not so special ability to be able to make their eye colors match their emotions, but i couldn't. There was red for anger, blue for sadness, green for happy and golden for anxious. Mine were green all the time and it freaked some people out since i could be crying and my eyes were the color of grass. I need to be home schooled and my parents almost never let me out of the house since someone would be able to find out and would snitch on me. It was something that we couldn't risk since this was something not everyone had. I was almost the only one until i saw that my mother didn't have changing eyes, or my grandmother. We were just a normal family but we were highly untrusted by many people. Our father would go out to get the food for the house along with my two brothers and sister. They were the ones who were trusted and able to be loved by the rest of society since they were the ones being accepted. There was only one good thing about my brothers and it was the fact that they remembered my two favorite foods were gummy bears and anything that contained pot. I was one of those kind of people and if i were to tell my parents about what had happened, they would almost never ever understand. I had snuck out one night to smoke with my brothers and they watched me as my eyes began to go pink around the edges and the normal green was a little brighter with small specks of brown and blue. As i looked out at the rest of the city and shook my head wondering if i was the freak, or if i was the normal one.