Chocolate Emergency

Two Eyes

[Note] Thank you Maham for understanding the characters more than I have. You're comments always made my day. It was your selfless support that caused a procrastinating writer to complete a book. With lots of love, Tallara

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Two Eyes

The ocean whisked me away from the palling surroundings, its blue waters, saline smell, glimmering waves alluring me, tempting me to run away. Seagulls soared through the sky, dancing with the warm rays of the sun. Fragments of sand sparkled in the light, twinkling like those proud diamonds in the sky.

Oh my, what I'd give to paint this mesmerizing scene. My fingers were itching for a brush. I could hear my soul cry for paint.

"Listen up," The beautiful scene in my mind was blurred by a voice, it was fading away leaving me with nothing other than memories.

"Children!" Mrs. Oswald shrieked like a parrot in a cage as her unflattering petunia colored dress ridded up her hideous, scrawny legs veiled by black stockings. She clasped her hands, together holding her breath ready for the revelation of today's torture. "There will be no classes today,"

A series relieved sighs escaped through the small communication application class. I too couldn't help but release a relieved sigh. You have no idea how torturesome this class is, the only reason I signed up for it because I needed the extra-credit since I wasn't too far behind from flunking high-school.

Now you're probably thinking "It's impossible to flunk American high-school, this chick must really be dumb," Firstly, American education system is not that easy you have to actually work to get good grades, shocker, I know right. Secondly, I'm not dumb, I just have a really, really bad habit of day-dreaming in class. It's not my fault though; the artistic part of my brain won't let me rest in peace.

Sandy, my friend, who was conveniently sitting right beside me, started bouncing in her seat, her red pigtails went flying off her shoulders. I couldn't blame her though. A day off in this class is just a really big deal. Mrs. Oswald makes us worker harder those experimental lab monkeys, by the end of her class you can't help but feel like a drugged monkey.

Sandy turned to face me, her freckled cheeks fraught down with a wide grin. "This is a miracle Alice, Now you can finally have some time to go to wonderland," By wonderland, she meant the day-dreaming land in which I always get lost.

"And you can finally finish reading your SpongeBob comic," It's safe to say Sandy is obsessed with SpongeBob hence her pet name Sandy. She practically forced everyone to address her as Sandy instead of Emily which was the name her parents had bestowed upon on her.

"Actually, I was going to finish my SpongeBob and Sandy fanfic," She replied after a moment of biting her nail. Okay, maybe she's more than obsessed with SpongeBob. It's kinda creepy if you ask me.

"That sounds great!" I tried smiling but failed miserably. Thankfully, she didn't notice this. She was too busy planning on how Sandy and SpongeBob would perform the act of copulation. Curse, my corrupted mind! This was all Liza's (my little sister) fault. She had forced me to read fifty shades of grey. I used to be an innocent, little dame-poor me, the price I had to pay for the loss of innocence.

"Class, I didn't say you have a free period," Mrs. Oswald smiled cheerily, leaning against the podium while her skull shaped earring began spinning. Those skulls looked real, maybe they belonged to one of her ex-students. "We're heading out to the science hall to meet the career counselors,"