Eyes

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I have one brown eye and one green eye. The brown eye sees truth and the green eye sees much, much more.

"Why are your eyes different colors?" is a question I hear quite often, especially on this day: new school year.
You see, my eyes are green and brown. More specifically, my right is green and my left is brown. I don't know why my eyes are like this, but I do know that it has a major effect on my life.

According to my parents, I was born with brown eyes. Yes, the plurals. I was born with two eyes and they were both brown. One day, my eye color in my right eye started to change. No one is aware on how, what, or why. I myself don't know either. And for some reason, I always feel a tingling feeling in my green eye, and I would often have random emotional breakdowns and paranoia without a reasoning.

Currently, I am at school. It's the first day and I already received at least ten questions on my eyes. I start to wonder why people are even looking in my eyes in the first place. I was seven when my eyes changed, and now I am thirteen. On a daily basis, I have monsters inside my head yelling at me things I don't understand. Random paranoid jumpscares, too. It's like there's something else happening in me that I am not aware of. This affects my relationships with people as it may affect my behavior. I've lost many friends with this eye, and many relationships have sunken because of it, too. But I do have some good friends who are okay with me if I get randomly mad at them or something. They'd understand of my eyes.

Sometimes I don't think it's my right eye that's the cause of these random emotions I don't understand.
I became blind in my right eye when it changed colors. I can't see anything from it, yet it feels like I see fire and the such in it. I am pretty sure that my brown eye is normal. I think. Sometimes I think I actually have a disorder.

I am so impolite. My name is Mareqe and I am thirteen years old. As I explained, I suffer from.. what I explained.

Enough self-explaining. Again, I am at school.
"Why are your eyes in different colors?" I heard behind me. I didn't recognize the voice and got a chill down my back. They then asked who I was. They asked question by question about me, enough that I had to actually jump. I saw that it was a mere schoolboy, who intended no harm. "S-sorry.." I stuttered. I'm bad at communication as for whatever reason it was harder for me to trust people after the eye incident. "It's okay." He replied firmly. I smiled as I was happy he was fine with me. It was dead silent until I got the will to speak up. "My name is Mareqe and I don't know why my eyes are like this," I started. "Sorry if I act weird. It's personal but please forgive me if I do." I ended. I didn't want to get into details of my eyes.

"I see.. It's okay. I am Isaac." He explained. Now I knew his name. I hope to be engaged in a powerful friendship. "Nice." I said. Again, I am not quite good at communication..
"Which grade are you in?" Isaac asked. I replied with a firm tone, "The seventh grade. You?" He answered with a "me too."

Since it's the first day of school, we have a lot of time before the classes start. So I took out my class sheet and asked him if he was in the same class for any of them.
"I have English with you. And Lunch." Isaac examined the sheet, and his. "That's great." I blushed. Gladly, I'd be with a friend for two classes. My other friends doesn't go me for any classes. Did I just call him a friend?

Before I knew it, me and Isaac were chattering away with the time we had left before class. We talked about typical things, like music, sports, and the such. He had about the same tastes as me, which is great! Just, great! That sounded sarcastic, but I was actually literal there. It's a pleasure to meet someone with the same interests as you.

It was then time for classes to start. We went off our different directions, postponing our conversation to when we get to lunch, which was the third to last period. My first class was math- what a great way to start the day! I was being sarcastic there, for this case. And so, I speed-walked to math class.

The math teacher, Mr. Osals is an okay teacher, so far. It's been five minutes in and he's already going on a literal speech about the fact that I have two eye colors.
"Wow, Mareqe eyes are unique. Do you know why it's like that? It's rare." Mr. Osals started. Unaware that it was a rhetorical question, I replied. "I don't know why, and I am actually blind in my green eye." And then I realized it wasn't supposed to be answered.

If anyone could say, I'd be the first to yell: Mr. Osals is extremely chatty and talkative. I swear, he keeps going on and on about my eyes. It's nearly the end of the period and he still isn't even halfway through his speech. If that doesn't tell you how talkative he is, then I don't know what will.

"You are extremely special to have those eyes!! They're not completely strange, they look beautiful in a way." At least I was complimented. Eventually, he started talking about the science behind multi-colored eyes. Science in math, I see. Only five minutes left, and I'd be going off to my next class: science. I already learned science today!

All of a sudden, someone behind me yelled "WILL YOU EVER STOP?!" which caused Mr. Osals to cease his speech. "Oh yes, it's time for math. So you guys know how basic algebra works, am I right?" he started, and it sounded like the start of another never-ending speech. Time walked and the bell rang. Everyone ran out faster than the speed of light. I am on my way to science class.

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