"Azalya, what's 100 divided by 10?" I asked my best friend. I was helping her prepare for some test that apparently mattered a lot. I just skip tests now. I know I'm going to fail. And even if I don't, I'll still be left-handed.
So it doesn't matter.
She started counting with her left hand. I sent her a death glare. She glared back, then used her right. "10, I guess." She mumbled. I nodded. Then, for some reason, she began...Smiling. Like crazy. "Azalya? Why so happy? I mean, I'm happy you're happy, but why are you happy?" She giggled. "You said happy like 200 times!" She was now cackling with laughter. "LOOK IT'S AZALYA!" I heard screams from outside her window. "WE LOVE YOU AZALYA FIREBUSH!" Yelled a mob of green and blue eyed people. There were even a few fakely brown eyed people in the mob. Imagine. 2 or 3 fakely brown eyed people. Together. Meeting each other. If you're fakely brown eyed, it would be rare to find anyone like you, in your life. It's extremely rare to have eyes that color. But still, fake brown eyes mean nothing. Rare, yes. Power, no.
Unlike true brown eyes.
Blue eyes mean sadness. People born with blue eyes are usually the most depressed. Even more depressed than the green eyed people. They're usually nicer, though.
Green eyes mean vain. All of the villians in storybooks have green eyes. But I know it's not true. I know some green eyed people who are amazing....Not a lot, but some. The villian thing is simply a sterotype, nothing more. Just like the sterotype that left handed people are weak.
Wait. That's not a sterotype. That's real. And it always will be.
Anyway, I'm going way off topic here. Eyes don't matter. Well, they do. But they didn't then. Azalya was happy. Very happy.
Something was wrong.
Then I became sad. And I realized. She didn't drink the tears yet. I didn't want to remind her. I tried hard to let her just have one day of happiness, for once. I knew I was being selfish, but as I began to cry, I needed her to drink the tears. I had unsolved problems only she could solve. I had to remind her. So I did.
She drank them sadly. When I got home, I began to cry, harder than ever.
Not because of my depression.
Not because my mom yelled at me for being me.
Because I knew Azalya was being used.
By everyone.
Especially Me.
Tbc. And in case you're wondering...I'm left handed. xD Which means I'm weak, grr. ): xD
My eyes are hazel. (Fakely brown eyed) xD
Okay, that's the end of trivia :O
Bye xD
