"The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes! - That was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
"Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Annabel Lee, by Edgar Allan Poe"
I had presented my favorite poem to the class.
All with fearful reactions, none with a smile. None had clapped for me, as they clapped for the other students before me. None had said anything, as they did to the other students. The teacher just gives me a silent stare, and an effortless smile.
“Alright," The teacher unsurly announced," Let's give a round of applause for Tina."
"It's Toni." I snapped giving the teacher a look. “Teacher, learn your students name."
"My name is Mr.Kineford." He said just right before writing his name on the board.
Looking at him, I walked over to his desk. Leaving the Limelight of the classroom. Bending over to his level, “Learn my name, and I'll learn yours." I whispered in his ear.
Stepping back, I look into his eyes. His pupils pure in dilation. “Yes, Toni." Mr. Kineford had muttered before looking away towards his desk.
"Perfect." I said smirking and walking back to my desk.
Eyes from the crowd, trying hard not to make contact with mine. I've made my first day here seem like I was a monster. Fantastic. Faces in this classroom with such innocent and pure looks. Even within their perfect skin and beautiful eyes, they're all the biggest monsters before me. Even bigger than I. All humans are monsters. The quiet ones are the most dangerous.
An outcast, it was easily figured I was.
Eyes, the biggest judgment tool used. Not the brain, nor the thought of humanity. The only tool used, are the eyes. Constantly, people are being judged on their appearances. Tattoos, Piercings, Dressing. Countless times, there's talk of the latest suicides the past month. Basically, because they've been judged.
Judged on the wrong things, I believe.
Judgment shouldn't fall down onto appearance, but to the way a being is. Act of violence, could be problems at home. Alcoholic addict, could be a broken heart. Everything has a source, unless you're an idiot without a care in the world.
Caring means, cries of depression and using time for the ones you love. It's going to picnics for a family bonding. It's being committed to that one person. It's making sure your friends are okay. Its smiles and happiness in the end, but the struggle is hard. It's staying in contact when you leave for college.
Not caring. Its parties and drugs. It's fun and dangerous. Everything's risky, but what the heck. You don't even care. Its kegs and red plastic cups. It's lost virginities and flavored condoms. It's meeting new people and forgetting them. It's the time you should be spending with your family, but you decide not to. It's getting messed up in the head, but still staying sane. It's everything ever so fun, but you don't have an end. It just goes on and on, until everyone leaves you. In your dark and endless world, you are left alone in the end.
I haven't a care in the world, actually. Family so broken why even bother trying to fix it. In a way, we're all just a group of people who have the label 'family' stuck on our backs.
Looking to my side, there was an open wide window. Concealing the mask of the outside. The tree leaves of the fall, the clouds of the sky. Such a dangerous world, with an amazing beautiful mask of the unspoken dangers.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" A voice shook my thoughts out of all the wonders in the world.
Examining the monster before me, he didn't look so scary. Blush on the top of his cheeks. Not pink nor the shade of red, but the little glimpse of both when looking at a sunset. Pale and Restless eyes. Restless eyes, Restless mind. Ruffled hair being pushed to side. Effortless, but exotic. Eyelashes so lustful.
"Yes, it is very." I smiled.
He's Beautiful.
