Only two eyes

Chapter 1

Five more minutes, five more minutes, fifteen year old Summer Akesson thought to herself; the daily struggle called morning had begun. After a few more sets of "five more minutes" she rolled over in bed. She sat up, took her glasses off, and rubbed her eyes. That was really the only time Summer ever took her glasses off. These glasses felt like they had become a part of her skin. She groped to turn off her alarm and pushed herself out of bed. Groggily, she made her way to the bathroom. As she leaned over the counter to look at herself, her curly brown hair fell around her shoulders. She stared at herself for a moment before shaking her head and reaching for the cabinet.

Summer muttered a curse word under her breath. You would think after straightening your hair for seven years, you would know how to do it. After throwing the straightener back in its place and putting ice on her burned finger, she walked back into her room. Morgan and Bridget, her sisters, that were twins, looked dead in their bed. Morning had become her favorite time of daybecause no noisy siblings were awake until around seven-fifteen. She dressed and left to the kitchen. Her breakfast was made up of a half bowl of cereal, an apple, and grape juice in a Tinker Bell themed cup. Being a fairy would be fun, maybe, she thought, but then laughed to herself for thinking this way as a fifteen year old

"Bye Mom!" She called. The door clicked closed behind her. It had rained last night, and the air still smelled like rain. Summer inhaled deeply, and sighed. She wished everywhere smelled as good as this. She and the outdoors always had a bond; this had always been her favorite place. That's why she chose to walk to school. That and also there was no one else out but her. She passed by a puddle and looked into it. Her now straight hair covered her eye and her darker clothes would keep many people from noticing her. For all she knew, no one knew she existed, and that was okay. Maybe one day she would wear what she wanted and would leave her hair curly, just to show people who she really was. Who was she kidding? She thought about doing it every morning, but always decided to keep it simple. Moving on from the puddle she continued to walk.

The first bell rang and Summer ran to her first class. Her favorite seat, the one in the back corner, closest to the door, was taken. She looked around the classroom, but the only open seat was in the middle of a group of populars. She thought about faking sick, but then her teacher walked in. She slowly made her way to the seat. One of the girls, who was probably a cheerleader, glared at her. Summer smiled at the cheerleader, but all she did was apply another coat of lipstick.

After the lesson was over, Summer tried her best to work on her homework, but all she could concentrate on was the whispers of the populars. She tried to convince herself that they weren't talking about her, but it wasn't working. Someone tapped her shoulder.

"Hey," a voice behind her said "Do you know the answer to number 11?"

"Umm I think so." She said

She handed the paper back without turning around. The last thing she needed was people seeing what she looked like. That would mean they would remember who she was, which would probably lead to conversations about her. Summer's main goal was to go all high school without being noticed or involved in anything. Another "accident" would probably ruin her for the next ten years, at the very least. She shuddered just thinking about it.

"Here" The popular behind her passed the paper over her shoulder.

She grabbed it and continued working on her homework. The first few hours passed by fairly quickly. No one took her normal seats for the rest of her classes, and she didn't think of the experience she had in first period once. Until he came up to her during lunch.