Empty Eyes

Emptiness

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I walked through an empty hallway. Right, left, straight, right. I followed this pattern that was in my mind, though I don't know why I seemed to care about it. Finally I came across a person. Their back was to me so I couldn't make out much detail but I was certain it was a girl. She turned her head to me, her red hair falling slightly so that most of her face was covered.
But I could still see her eyes. And how I wish I couldn't.

I woke up in a cold sweat. Huffing I sat up.
"It was a nightmare. But now that I think of it I don't remember what it was about..." Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I look out the window that was to the right of my bed.
The sun had just started rising and my alarm clock read 4:57 A.M.
I technically could still get in about an hour more of sleep, but I was already wide awake so I might as well stay up.
Getting out of bed and walking to my dresser I wondered about my dream.
I felt like something monumental happened, something I needed to know.
But since I couldn't remember anything about it, I suppose there isn't anything I can worry about.
"For now I need to worry about how I can survive another year of middle school." I looked in my mirror trying to give myself a pep talk.
"One last year of this awful place and then it is off to a high school where I know no one." Sighing I slipped my clothing over my head.
It was my eighth grade year, the first day of it to be precise. Now I wasn't one of the popular kids, no sir, but I had one or two friends and was on speaking terms with just about everyone.
I was the guy that sits in the middle of the classroom, raises his has occasionally, and has average grades.
I am boring.
Not a smarty, not the class clown, and not the bad boy.
Just the regular guy who is anything but special, good or badly speaking.
Which I didn't mind much.
One thing about me though that it special is I have a way to almost look into people's souls.
It has been like this ever since I can remember, and when I told my parents about it they told me that magic doesn't work in the real word.
I suppose it is possible that everyone has the same ability as me, but I feel like mine is almost a superpower.
Just by looking into someone's eyes I can get a sense of what kind of person they are.
I can literally see into the windows of people's souls.
Now I know what you are thinking, creepy right? Not really.
Most of the time I can just tell the basics of the persons personality.
Not like I can read their minds or anything.
That would be awesome though.
I run a brush through my lightly colored hair and look at my reflection.
Again with the boring.
Neither good looking nor ugly.
Probably the first thing people notice is my pale curly blond mop that almost covers my brown eyes. And next they notice my plain fashion, a simple white shirt and jeans.
Lastly they would notice my dull personality. Nice enough to be liked but not enough so to be noticed.
Plopping on my bed I close my eyes and wonder about my dream.
I try and open my eyelids back up, but it seems so hard, so I give back into the depths of sleep.

I woke up to my mother's worried face and her shaking me roughly.
"Finally you are up! You and your sister are going to be late for school if you don't book it!" She shouted.
I looked around confused.
"Mom it is only..." My eyes widened as I looked at my clock. "It is seven thirty! I must have overslept my alarm!"
Getting out of bed I ran my hand through my hair and quickly slipped on my shoes running out the door not even bothering to wait for my sister.
"Wait for me!" She called from behind me.
I turned back to see my tall older sister with a bagel in her mouth and shoes in her hand.
"Elle, hurry up or we are going to be late." I called out to her.
My sister and I are complete opposites of each other. She was pretty, smart, and a great artist, and is also very popular at the private high school that she goes to.
She had long curly brown hair and bright blue eyes and a boyfriend who is captain of the football team.
People always looked shocked to realize we where related.
I ran into the school building, regretting not grabbing breakfast.
"So Mr. Baker has finally decided to show up." A stern voice rang out.
I looked up at the teacher, who was glaring at me profoundly. Her black hair had been pulled up into a tight bun that dared any hairs to come undone from it. As her steely gray eyes met mine, I took this chance to see her soul.
I was strict and stern, and didn't seem to know much happiness.
I wasn't shocked.
"I apologize for being late." I mumbled and take the only empty seat behind a ginger girl I didn't recognize.
"Yes, well as I was saying I am Mrs. Jokins your homeroom teacher."
Great. For the rest of the year I have to deal with this lady and I have already made a bad impression.
I started to zone out, not bothering to listen to Mrs. Jokins voice.
Suddenly I was yanked out of daydream land.
"Mr. Baker would you like to answer the question?"
Inside I panicked. What had she been talking about?
"Tell the class your hobbies or interests." The girl ahead of me mumbled just loud enough that I could hear.
"Uh, I'm Emmit Baker, and I like to read." I prayed that the girl was right and that I didn't just make a fool of myself in from of the whole class.
"Next, Ms. Anderson."
I let out a sigh of relief.
"My name is Jackie Anderson, I don't have any hobbies." The red haired girl in front of me announced in a bored tone.
The teacher, Mrs. Jokins, made a tch sound.
"I'm sure you can think of something that you like to do."
The girl turned her head slightly, her read hair falling slightly over her face.
Suddenly I got a sickening sense of déjà vu, though I have no idea why.
"I like to be alone." Her voice was serious and showed no emotion.
Suddenly, her eyes met mine.
I let out a loud gasp at what I saw.
Instead of being able to see the silhouette of her soul, like I can with everyone else, all I saw was emptiness.

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