Golden Eyes
Start Date: November 4, 2012
Sweat was trickling all over me. My body aching to go outside... blood pumping for the cold, blissful breezes. My face was probably beet red because all the expressions planted on my classmates' faces was questioning. I don't usually sweat like a monster, but it happens when I can't stand to stay trapped indoors.
In this scenario, at Newton high school; the biggest high school in Chicago. My first sophomore year. The first day of school and the nausea has already started. I was sitting in my desk, my body shaking wildly and my throat closed up with fear. The first hour of school and I feel like throwing up. Being inside was
like having no air to breathe with. It was torturing to me at most times. So every morning, I woke up early to absorb the sunlight and breathe the fresh air before school. Unfortunately, I woke up too late for school and ended up needing the outdoors to save me. Except that couldn't happen because my Mom dropped me off today with staring eyes so I had no chance of ditching first period. Still shaking violently, I carefully walked to the front of the classroom, ignoring all the staring faces, and somehow the english teacher, Mrs. Falco, understood that I needed to use the restroom and gave me a pass. I speed walked to the door, ran down the empty hall, and stormed into a open stall. I sank down on the toilet seat and took deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.... When my heart finally settled down, I walked out of the stall like nothing happened and splashed icy cold water on my sweaty face. That helped a whole lot. But just a simple wave of wind could've blown all my fears of school and leave me with bliss. I stared in the mirror.
I lived in New York before I moved here in Chicago. My mom, Nora, was looking for a better climate and Chicago seemed just right to her. I moved a week ago so I could start sophomore year here on time. My Dad, Lucas, died before I was born. My mom said he had a sudden heart attack. She said she found him lying on the kitchen floor with no trace of pulse. It was sad for me to not ever meet him. I always say "someday we will" when I think of him. A tear slipped down my cheek. I wiped it quickly and splashed more water on my face trying to fade his death away from my mind. It was like we had some strong connection between us.I dried my self and sprayed some perfume on. With a quick brushing of my red-black dyed hair, I left the restroom and walked slowly to my classroom, passing the other classrooms and lockers.
When I walked in, my body tensed .I noticed that a guy took the only empty seat next to mine. He had silky tanned skin, a face with total perfection, and his dark hair falling over his eyes. He wore black Levi's and a navy blue shirt that traced his muscular body. I was amazed by how handsome a person could be. But there was one thing that I found the most strange yet appealing. It was his eyes. They looked exactly like mine: gleaming gold with a spark of chocolate brown. But his were more golden and sparkling. The eyes reminded me of the wolf in my dreams. The wolf had the exact same eyes and beautiful features like the guy. He switched his gaze to me as I approached my desk. It seemed like my desk was miles away because his glamorous eyes were locked with mine the entire walk. I tried my hardest to break the gaze but it was like I was caught under his spell. He finally turned, face still curious, staring off into space.
I reached my desk in time for the bell to ring. Mrs. Falco stood up from his desk and announced "Good Morning class, everyone will pick a partner in the next two minutes. That will be your partner for today and you will get to know each other. Time starts now."
Everyone started talking and walking around the classroom; either pairing with their friends or finding new ones. I was new so I barely knew anyone. The guy still remained in his chair but I could see lots of girls heading for him. I got up and searched the room for people who would partner with me. I tried to speak but everyone was distracted by someone else. After finding no one available, I sank in my chair and plugged in my earbuds, lowering the volume until it became background music. I took a long sigh.
