Blue Eyes (Completed)

Kids

Headphones on, I started to dramatically lip sync to the song I was listening to. Only realizing I was in class, and attracted the attention of two students in my class.

Sheepishly I looked down and felt heat rise to my cheeks, even though I knew I wouldn't blush. The shame is there, but not the color.

Flicking my eyes up I saw one of the kids who saw me was Kid 1, he will never let me live that down, I can just hear it now "hey remember that one time you were lip syncing in class." Just thinking about it made me cringe.

The other kid, Kid 2, was still watching me. I shifted in my seat as I hung my head. Scribbling with my pencil in my notebook to look busy, I tried to get his attention off me. When that wouldn't work, I looked up and stared into his eyes.

Help.

His eyes were more blue then you can imagine, and the whites of his eyes made them more noticeable. They were like a sky blue Christmas light, illuminating in a way. They were cracked, with a slightly darker blue lacing through them, in a way that resembles broken glass.

I dropped my pencil but couldn't pick it up. I was frozen. It was as if I was falling, but at the same time strapped to a table and couldn't move.

He looked down as if nothing happened.

I blinked, the spell was broken. Shaking my head I returned to my notes, softly whispering the words of the new song that just came on.

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I don't know how some people do it. The whole friend thing. Apparently some of the kids in my class noticed my, episode, with kid 2. I was slapped around in the hallway, and wanted to get to the next class, shuddering because of how small the school population is everyone would surely know by lunch.

Clapping me on the back, I got a few "ayyy"s and "ya know I called it"s from random kids I didn't talk to, never have, never planned on it. They seemed so simple, so flat. They lived in a 2D world while I was in 3D.

I stopped dead in my tracks. In the middle of the hallway.

Those eyes.

I blink and I'm kneeling on the floor, those eyes behind me.

I take a breath and close my eyes, trying to steady myself.

I open my eyes and I'm pressed down on the floor.

I can't move, I feel them watching me. I start to writhe in pain. I feel them. They're coming, they won't stop. You can't outrun them.

Everyone is watching. Kids are judging you. Kid 1 is there. He won't let you forget it. I see Kid 2, but he isn't there. He's in front if me, but really it's only his eyes. They want me.

I scream.

Belting out the loudest notes possible, everyone covers their ears and presses their eyes together. Kid 2 does it, but yet his eyes aren't closed. They are, but yet I can still feel them.

I scream, my arm twitches. A bolt of pain launches through me. I reach for my books, dropped long before.

My books, a constant. A thing before, before them. Those eyes. They're pretty but...

Someone is staring over me.

They're taller then the rest. An adult.

Adult 1 looks around to see everyone else.

I stop screaming. I try to say something, anything. I can only breathe.

One, two, three. Adult 1 isn't sure what to do.

Counting. One, I reach for my book. Two, my fingers touch the spine. Three, I draw the book closer and get my hand on the inside, and have a strong grip on it. Four, I yank my arm back. And clutch my book. Five, cry. Cry and cry. In this world you will now be a freak. No one will ever look at you the same. You were okay before but now? Now you are just nothing. You are gross. The 2D figures can't accept anything but their own.

Adult 1 calls for backup.

More tall kids come, no adults. They grab me by the arms. Take me out of the system. Lay me down on a mattress. Type on a machine. Make some calls. I'm defective now.

All because of those eyes. They've done it to me. I was fine.

Kid 2. It's his eyes' fault. I was fine. I was functioning. Now I won't ever function the same. Adults will be weary, all the 2D figures will stick to their roles and ignore me. I'm done for.

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They're always there. They always will be. They've grown. They've gotten support.

One pair grows into two, then three, then they loose all meaning. Clumped together they loose worth. I forgot what was special. The attempt to prove something. It, it ruins you. It ruined me.

Blend in. They won't hurt you if they don't know that you are there. The 2Ds can't harm other 2Ds, only when the realize that they are 3Ds.

Standing out is bad. It attracts attention. We can't have that now can we. It could over shadow the 2Ds. Put them out of their place. Mess with the order.

Cast you out. That's what they'll do to you. That's what we'll all do to you.