LAYERS OF RED

Face to face with the mirror

Hola to all readers,
this book can remind you that some people need editors and english teachers so kindly ignore all my grammtical mistakes... and this was made in the a.m. ... I would also like to justify that this heartly mess was made in my head hence if you and your friend resembles any character in this book , then I am smart!!!!

And again please ignore the grammatical errors😅😅😅

ENJOY READING MY HEARTLY MESS

Ariel P.O.V

And again I am here in front of the mirror explaining myself that every thing will be fine but the truth is that even I know that nothing will change , my past will never leave me.

How long will I keep running and hiding. Someday I will have to face that piece of my past but before that I need to prepare myself to face it, I can't be weak and I can't afford to lose.

So once again I am in a new school surrounded by new people, holding my class arrangement sheet,  a stupid map(which is of no help I must mention..) and looking for my class.

Why can't they have proper signs throughout the school because really its very tough to find my class, I don't know how will I manage rest of my day.

I don't want to get late on my very first day of school .

So I just kept on walking and walking till I reached a big hall.

" Now I should seriously ask someone where is my damn class because this map is so not helping" I thought.

As soon as I removed that stupid map in front of my eyes I saw a bunch of guys, some of them were standing while some of them were half sitting  but their was something which every single one was doing and that was looking straight towards me or I must say staring me, yep staring would be more appropriate.

I wanted to ask them if they can help me but I don't know why ,their glaze was weird. So I decided to ignore them and move ahead to ask someone else about my class.

I was about to move when my eyes stopped at one of them. He was half sitting against the wall.

I don't know what stopped me but I knew one thing, my eyes were diving inside world's most beautiful eyes.

Ok to be honest ,I feel looks are just overrated like how can you fall in love with someone's face. Its just a cover, a fake layer .

But then there is something different about eyes. Everyone's eyes reflect a story, an emotion and that's what draws me to love them.  So you can say it's eyes that tell me about the person's story.

Opps, back to where I was..

Yeah,  Staring.... a total stranger's eyes.... but I must say they were the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen in my life..

His eyes were of deep blue color , I seriously don't know what stopped me because I stood there looking into his eyes.Yeah , you got me it's staring not looking.

Suddenly he stood up and then I noticed.
He was approx 6 feet tall which was good as I myself was 5'6" . He had a very good physic . His brown hairs complemented his blue eyes .
It took me a minute to realize that he was coming towards me.

And the rest of the boys of that group had their eyes moving from me to him and then again to me.

Weird right...

Something inside me was screaming and telling me to escape form this "weird" situation because what ever it was, it was not good .

I turned to move but as always my luck was smirking at me I was too late and he was already in front of me.