Emojis ORGINAL

What comes around goes around

*Chasten*
I cursed. I was late to my first class. That would get me teased, a wave of hate and loathing towards myself. That would trigger another "episode."

I stopped at B6 and gathered my breath. I set my shoulder back and opened the door. All talking ceased and all eyes were on me.

The key to being the newbie was never show weakness. I let my eyes roam the room, taking in the eyes of my fellow classmates for the next year.

I made my face as impassive as possible, something I was good at since I had to hide the feelings crashing into me.

A blond girl, second column, third row was staring at me with intense interest. When she saw me looking at her, she smiled and flipped her hair.

I forced a tiny smile then continued to look at the class. A sporty jock glared at me, then at the blond girl. Even with out the waves of aggression I felt, the message was clear: back off, she's mine.

Pulling my gaze away, I saw a girl with wavy brown hair and chocolate eyes that sparkled with curiosity staring at me. Her notebook laid open, a drawing of her with mouse ears in side.

"Do you have mouse ears mousy?"

I sucked in a sharp breath. No, no,no! It can't be. She lived in Mississippi, how did she move up north?

She saw something in my eyes and she stared at me harder, but then blinked and blushed when I returned her gaze.

This must have taken a few seconds, but it seemed like days to me. I handed her a slip of paper, announcing my name and why I'm late.

The teacher took it and introduced me to the class.

"...you can sit by Ms. Lo Oak." As I walked towards her, I felt a pull like a magnet and a curiosity to see what I was like. But I also felt a repulsive sensation that screamed: get away from me!

The blond from earlier was radiating hate towards the girl named Lo. Lo spat it right back with a sharp glance of triumph.

The blonde girl's eyes narrowed and she started scribbling on a piece of paper, smugness settling in her stomach.

I sat by Lo and quietly took out my note book. I could feel Lo's eyes and the blonds burning holes into my flesh.

Every year, I have to do this. Each year, I get better at hiding my ability . Each year, I get better at lying to people's faces. And every year, I hated myself a little more for peaking into people's private emotions.