Coming To Age

Chapter 1

Waking up was always weird for me; I never know which eyes I will be seeing the world through. Luckily this morning I awoke with normal human eyes. Looking in the mirror I can see what everyone else sees. A mocha skinned high school senior with brown eyes. Unfortunately this isn't how I always look. When I have my otherworldly sight, my mirror image isn't my own. It's some form I can't begin to describe.

Shaking my head I brush all thoughts of being different from my mind and focus on the task at hand. I need to get ready for school. It's the second week of my senior year, the week where we actually start doing the workload for the year. For today I decide to wear a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a graphic tee that has an owl on it. For my hair I just wet my curls and apply some leave I conditioner. I don't apply anything more to my face then a coat of mascara. After I do a once over I head down stairs to the kitchen for a glass of orange juice. Every morning I either drink orange juice or a type of tea to wake me up little bit more.

After my drink, I'm considered ready and I start my walk to school. The high school or hell hole I attend is Chance High School. The name explains what graduating from it will do. It will give you a chance to get out of the rut that is a small town. Like living anywhere there are pros and cons. A personal pro is that there isn't a lack of nature. The trees here are abundant, birds sing and you can smell the approaching winter chill on the breeze. I think about how I love walking to school because I get to be surrounded by nature, as I take in a deep breath, smelling the earthy fragrance around me.

With that last thought I open my eyes as I exhale. Everything is in hues of reds and gray. This always happens when I get too relaxed, I lose the little bit of control I have over my sight. My breathing starts to accelerate, I stop walking squatting down closing my eyes. If today is a lucky day my otherworldly sight will fade if I relax. Panicing with only make sight stay around that much longer. Taking evening breaths, I count back from twenty. To an outsider it might look as if I'm having a panic attack, this is what I would tell them if anyone ever was around to ask. This explanation is better than the truth. I haven't told anyone about my sight. Not even my mother, I can tell she's 100% human and these eyes where ever I get them are not from her. They are mostly from the mystery that is who fathered me. My mother never talks of him and after the discussions I've tried to have with her and her becoming upset I've given up asking.

I open one of my eyes as I hit zero. The red hues have faded leaving grey wash on everything. This I can work with, my eyes will only have a slight glow making them look as if I have hazel instead of having red mixed in too. When both colors are present my eyes glow a dark maroon color with a eerie glow. I get up, now that the worst has passed and continue my walk to school. All the while making sure my breath are even and I'm relaxed.

I don't know much about my sight. All I know is from life experience. I know I'm the only one in my family with it, I found this out by trying to start a conversation about it and what are the things that can be seen when my sight comes about, but this was only meet with confused and worried looks from my mother and step father.  Upon seeing their reaction I made sure to brush it off. They thought I was playing a trick on them. Neither thought it was funny but never the less they let it go. I just played along and faced the fact that I was alone in this.

Another thing that I do know about my otherworldly sight is that I see things when its in effect. These things a see have two forms or are two separate beings. I'm not completely sure, but I'm leaning towards the later. When the red and grey are together I see one thing and when there separate I see other beings. They have this shimmering veil around them that I see with the grey. But with the red I see what I can only guess is there true form. These things aren't human. The shimmering veil I see is what the internet has called is glamour. The tinge of grey mostly stays in the edges of my vison, showing me when a being is not what they appear to be. When my eyes take their Marron color I see their true form. I have no idea what type of creature they are. My main concern with my sight has to do with what happens to these beings when I have it active.  It is something I have asked myself every day, if I can see them can they tell that I can see them?
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Hey yal thanks for reading, I've been off for awhile just reading and doing university work. But I'm back and I'm going to hopefully be posting more frequently. I'm doing some editing before I post another chapter. Stay tuned! Don't forget to comment and vote.

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