Eyes don't lie.

Chapter 2.

Mia.

I've been waiting for my mom for at least 2 hours now, at the parking of my school. I can't even sit down because there's nowhere to do it. Seriously, my mother just sucks at being a mom.

I wait for another half an hour when I hear the horrible sound of the van getting closer. She gets next to me and gives me a fake smile, I role my eyes and get in the car. I look at her transparent eyes and feel bad for her. It's something I can't help, since everybody has taught me to feel bad for the transparent-eyed people.

I remember when my mom told me about how she got pregnant. It's a horrible story that makes me love her. She was born without color in her eyes. That means she can take love from other people. Usually, the transparent-eyed people, never falls in love, just because of the fear of what they can do.

Some transparent-eyed people, dedicate their lives to being criminals. Steal love from people. They don't do it for nothing, because there are scientific proofs that say that when a transparent-eyed person steals love from someone, they get powerful, and they feel love for some days. They feel human.

My mother, decided to just don't ever fall in love, but she didn't know what people where capable of. One day, some kids at her college, raped her. She couldn't move, or do anything. And when they finished, between the tears, my mother stood up and yelled. All the love the 3 rapist guys had, was sucked in my mother's body. Every single one of them fell on the ground, dead.

My mother was pardoned about the murders, and she decided it was not my fault, so she carried me and gave birth to me. She says, that the moment she looked me in the eyes, she felt something, she says it felt like when she killed those men. She said she felt love...

The story gives me goosebumps every time I remember it, so I grab my mother's hand and tell her how much I love her. She answers back with the same.

We get home quickly and I hurry to get into my room. I close the door and get into my computer. I see the reflection of my Light Blue, Yellow, Black eye in the screen as I type for information about the different kinds of eyes around the world.

I get into my everyday chat with people that like to investigate about the same and ask them all if they have discovered anything about my eyes. They all answer the same as always: No. Nothing.

My mom yells that she has food for me and she has to go, so I yell her back a thanks and I hear as the front door gets closed.

I get back at my computer and search for anything that can help me. Anything. But there is nothing. Just the same shit. About the normal, the every color-eyed, the transparent-eyed, the blind, and the non both color-eyed.

Tired, I get up and walk to the kitchen, it's when I see my mother's calendar. There's a big red circle in November 8. Written in red, it says "Psychologist Kenia Laing". I get out my cellphone and google the name. A no color eye lady appears. I get in her Wikipedia profile, I read that she is a no color eye girl that decided to help another people that are born that way. She talks about self-loving and loving other people without fear of one day hurting them.

"Next meeting: November 8. Topics: Children".

I analyze what I'm reading and realize that my mother is having trouble, being a mother. Loving me. And all I care about is my eyes. What is wrong with them and if I'll ever find love. I call my mother and ask her if she wants to go out for a coffee. She answers no. That she's busy.

I get mad, because I'm trying. I get into her room and look for answers, then I see it.

There's a pregnancy test laying in the bed. There's a note.

"Wait for me to get home an we'll talk about it". I look at the pregnancy test, it's positive.

My mother is pregnant.