Like California Wildfire

Chapter 2: Cat eyes

Quote: " Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to do anything on which is poured." ~Mark Twain

I stare at the class confused. Cat eyes? How could I have cat eyes? I thought to myself.  "What? You guys are crazy!" I shout across the class as I feel a weird pain in my head causing my eyes to shut.

I re-open my eyes after a moment, to find the whole class crammed into a corner. I look at the desk behind me to see a phone, I pick it up and look at the black screen, seeing I do in fact have cat eyes. I feel a tap on my shoulder and I turn around to face the teacher, I feel my eyes return back to normal. "OUT IN THE HALL NOW!" he shouts. I drop the phone back on the desk and head out to the hall.

I stand there for a moment recollecting the events that just happened. Why would I have cat eyes? I know my eyes are red but I don't know why? Why would they just change? I thought to myself.   

My thoughts are quickly interrupted by my teacher. "Young lady, if you cause a scene like that in my class I'll have to kick you out, and seeing that this is the only AP Calculus class in the school we would have no choice but to drop you from the AP course all together. I do not tolerate that kind of behavior in my class. Come on your are in AP Calculus, the hardest class in the school, I would expect my students to behave better than that." He finishes and walks inside the classroom.

I stand there for a moment bewildered. How is this my fault? She wrote the damned note! I think to myself. But the bell interrupts my thinking. I go inside the classroom and pick up my binder and leave. 

I head to my honors physics class and the first half of the day goes by in a blur. It all consisted of the same boring things, like the rules and what we were going to be learning for the year and so on.

Finally eight period arrives, the last period of the day, and also my favorite subject, English. When I walk in I notice that the desk are in pairs, and that the teacher has already given us assigned seats. I internally groan at the torture of having to sit next to somebody, maybe I'll get lucky and it'll be a smaller class and the other seat will be an extra. I came to find out that my dreams have been crushed, there is a sticky note with a name next to mine. I sit down and prepare for the last boring lecture of the day.

Boring was the wrong word to describe it. I glance over my shoulder to see who my partner will be, my eyes widen at the horror in front of my eyes. Of course, if you haven't already guessed it, it was Shiloh. Great, he's already been here for a day and he's already making my life miserable, and he doesn't even know it! 

"Hey partner." He winks at me, and I roll my eyes in return. He pretends to feel hurt. "Why the attitude red riding hood?" He ask while shaking my shoulders.

I turn to look at him with sympathy in my eyes, they'll take away everything good in him.  "Its probably best that we don't speak." I say firmly, hoping that it will push him away.

He looks hurt, like actually hurt, I saw something like that flash across his eyes. "Why? What did I ever do to you?" He ask with an annoyed expression on his face.