The Outcast

I woke up that morning with yet another Ed Sheeran song stuck in my head.

  Oh well, I thought to myself as I made my way to my bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I grimaced.

  The black rat's nest I call my hair was all the way on top of my head. I had forgotten to take my makeup off last night, so I had dark black circles under my eyes. I looked like Alice Cooper.

  Alright, Caylee, get in the shower. You're gonna be late!

  Yes, I talk to myself. It's a habit.

   I got into the warm shower, and was overcome with a feeling of happiness, something I hadn't felt in a while.

  After taking a 20 minute shower, I combed through my now smooth hair. Then, I took off all of the makeup from last night. I walked out of the bathroom, right into my room.

  I shuffled over to my closet, humming Lego House by Ed Sheeran. I picked out some black leggings and a white and black striped tank top. Since it was autumn, I threw on a pink hoodie.

  I went back into my bathroom, and curled my hair and quickly put on some eyeliner and mascara.  After that, I ran down the stairs, putting my phone in the pocket of my hoodie.

"Good morning, my little purple-eyed beauty!" my mom was sitting at the kitchen table, reading Ashfall by Mike Mullen.

I giggled and said, "Good morning, mom!" I grabbed my backpack and started to walk out the door.

"Caylee? DONT let anyone make fun of you for your eyes, okay? You're beautiful!" my mom said.

  "Thanks, mom!" I said, starting my short walk to school.

When I arrived at school, the laughs started immediately. Not that I was surprised, I mean a girl with purple eyes is not normal.

   Don't worry, I don't have that weird disease that turns your eyes purple. I was just born with purple eyes. The doctors said I was one in a million; my dad said I was a freak. And that's when my mom kicked him out. I haven't heard anything about or from him since, which isn't a bad thing.

  It was my first day at this school call Truman High. I transfer schools often because I get bullied for my purple eyes and my taste in music. At my old school, I had one friend. His name was Joey. He loved the same music as me, and he didn't call me a freak. But when the popular kids accepted him into their group, he made fun of me alongside them.

  I couldn't take it, so my mom let me transfer schools. And now, here I am, getting my schedule.

  After the first two periods, I went back to my locker. So far, nobody has said anything about my eyes. I opened my locker, and grabbed my Spanish textbook. I slammed my locker shut, and being the clumsy person I am, I fell while skipping to my next class. Of course, my book and binders were everywhere. Most people just kept walking. Some stood there and laughed.

  I just stayed on the floor, too tired to get up. Suddenly a hand reached down and picked up my binders and book. I looked up, and nearly forgot how to breathe. This stranger's face was perfect. His floppy dark brown hair barely touched the top of his eyelashes. And his eyes were a beautiful ice blue color. And the weirdest thing was, he was smiling at me. And not out of pity. He was smiling almost as if he liked helping a clumsy outcast like myself. He held out his hand to help me up. I grabbed his hand, and was surprised to see that our hands fit perfectly together.

  "Um...uh thanks!" I said, blushing.

  He looked down and smiled.

I was about to ask him what his name was, but he was already gone.