Eyes

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As far I can see, every teacher has a con here.
And for the science teacher, Mrs. Powicoo, her con is that she has a really high pitched chipmunk voice. It's so annoying that it's sad now.

At least, at least, Mrs. Powicoo doesn't go on different subjects like Mr. Osals. In fact, she is extremely strict as to staying on topic. But that's a bad thing, in many ways. If you do something irrelevant to the topic, she would do a scolding to you.

Mrs. Powicoo was talking about photosynthesis. More specifically, the parts of it and how it works. It was very dull class. Not only because of the strict teacher, but as for I do not know many people in this class. Due to the strictness of Mrs. Powicoo, many students ceased going off-topic which made it a boring class.

"Now! Who can tell me the main chemicals essential for photosynthesis?" She squeaked. No none dares to go off the topic of the chemicals of photosynthesis. A student I don't know raised his hand and was picked on. "I don't know-" he started. It was probably for a reaction, because when Mrs. Powicoo started a whole new scold, he didn't look offended, mad, sad, or anything. Just laid back on his chair and chilled.

After what seemed like a billion years, she finally finished her yelling. "Ok, I'm done."
Mrs. Powicoo's lectures always sound funny hence her chipmunk voice, but it'd be awful to be scolded at for going off-topic for a bit. He never even got to finish his sentence.

The period went on for the last few minutes. The students tried not to go out of the discussion of photosynthesis, for they did not want to follow in the footsteps of the one before. I discovered his name to be John.

Brrring! Brrring! I hear. The next class is Chemistry, and the next would be English with Isaac. Strangely, I've just met him, yet I still felt a familiar presence near him. Why is this?

I realized I was late for class. Luckily, only a minute was missed. I rushed to chemistry and took a seat, hoping no one noticed my slight absence.

The chemistry teacher, Mr. Oopisiis's flaw is somewhat sort of like Mrs. Powicoo's. Mr. Oopisiis is serious 24/7. Doesn't laugh at jokes nor makes them. Like Mrs. Powicoo, he only desires to stay on topic. There's even a rumor going around that he forbids jokes. I honestly doubt the rumor, but it's good to keep in mind while in his class.

So he went on about the periodic table and how he expects all of us to have memorized it. Just then, someone blurted out. "I don't have it memorized!" they joked. I turned to see that the soul who said that, was a girl. I scanned her items and found her name was Keira. Like John, it was probably for a reaction; a test.

Mr. Oopisiis's face stayed straight, as he glared at Keira. "Chill, dude-" she managed to get the courage to say. But was interrupted when Mr. Oopisiis demanded her to go straight to the principal office without cease. Keira laughed and strutted out to the office. I am quite sure that Keira thought she would get away with the case, as it was a mere joke. But quite not. At least, when Keira came back, she was scared.

Mr. Oopisiis sighed. He continued on the periodic table. "You all know what H2O is, am I correct? You all should." Everyone nodded, including I. "And the difference between H2O and H2O2." Everyone nodded, again. And again. Again, and again with several other questions involving the table. I nodded for each and every one of them.

"Any questions?" He asked after a glance on the clock. Five minutes and the period was over. No more strictness! Freedom. Free to joke around and have fun. I don't get why the teachers here all have different cons. I mean, I know that no one is perfect. I mean.. Strange cons. Like the disability to accept jokes. They were probably some sort of backstory, that I have no business in. And I was correct.

Like they all say, "there is a backstory for everything."
If that's true, then what's MY backstory for my eyes?

I wonder. Then I was clinging onto that thought. I must know my backstory. But I do not see my closure to gaining that knowledge; what exactly happened to my eyes. And why I felt a strange presence around Isaac. So many things I wonder.

The bell rang. Brrring! It shrieked. I am still waiting for the day everything would make sense to me. So I speed walked to English.

I met Isaac there at the door, while everyone was waiting for the teacher there to open the door. "Hey!" I tried to start a conversation with him. "Hi, Mareqe." he welcomes, with a smile. I was going to say something involving my feelings for him, but then the door opened. The English teacher opened it for the students to enter. Student by student entered, and eventually everyone was in. What a way to ruin the conversation. I thought. Maybe later I can tell him. "Hello. I am Mr. Goespi. I am your English teacher." the teacher, or, Mr. Goespi, said. I started to think that maybe he didn't have a bad quality like the others. In reality, he didn't have a bad quality. He was a nice teacher.

"Today, we will we doing a partner work. You will chose your partner." I was excited. I wanted to be with Isaac for this. "Once you pick your partner, you will come to me to get this prompt sheet. You will work with your partner to create a 5 page story based on one of the four prompts I will provide you with. It can be any type of story. It can have anything. This is going to be due in two weeks." Mr. Goespi added. "Any questions?" the room was silent, for there were no questions.

"OK. Go choose your partner and come get your sheet." he dismissed. I started to walk to Isaac, but I saw him with another girl already. They were in line for the prompt sheet.

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