What's Your Eye Colour (ON HOLD)

First Day

Having a sweet dream after moving is a good sign of fitting in. It's also good when your eating with your fav celebs and fairies.

"Yes please I'de love some pudding Gaga". I mumbled in my sleep, slobbering all over my pillow trying to eat it... till I heard a woman's voice calling from up stairs.

"Come on Valentine, we don't want to de late for your first day fo school!" The woman said, plucking me out of my slobbery dreams into a daze. What is she on about it's Sunday.

In a groggy motion I looked at my clock upon my bedside table. It's not Sunday. I started to get worried me almost sleeping in on my first day, then I saw the digits too-

"HOLY SNAKES I SLEPT IN!?!" I shot up from my bed and rushed towards my wardrobe looking out the cloths that I decided to wear for today. By the looks of it I have only half an hour to get ready. I got into my outfit; dark green jeans, a black vest and camouflage shirt left opened. With my dog tag and boots on.

Jogging to my bathroom I brush my teeth and styled my hair then head down stairs to head out.

"You're not going to eat?" I look over to a woman in a tight black dress with a grey blazer, looking at me above the new paper.

"No Jane, can't I'll be late. "

"You have to at least take something, I mean what if you get jumped?" I look at her for a moment then gave in. Going to the counter I grab and apple to eat on the bus.

"That's my boy." Jane cheered, giving a slap to my lower back.

"Alright I'm going to the bus." But just I was opening to door something popped in my mind.

"Oh, Jane. What's your IQ towards me? You a family member or..?"

"I'm your Aunt. In the school files."

"Cool thanks. I'm off then bye Aunt J."she laughed at the name.

"Bye Valentine."

Jane isn't really my Aunt. She's actually apart of the group back home. She's the third-in-command. She took me under her wing, she's more like a sister than an Aunt. Like... a really old Sister. She would kill me if I told her that hahaaa.

I walk to the bus stop to get the school bus, eating the apple from the house, juicy. I feel a drop drizzle down the side of my mouth, I lick it away and feel the flavours fizz on my tongue.

White...

I feel my eyes change. Oh your probably being really confused about the changing. I was born with no or multiple colours imprinted in my eyes, it's what caused my parents to... go into hiding. After I was born I captured unwanted attention from doctors and surgeons. But I got away when they thought I was dead. I gauss that's cool. But long story short my eyes have the ability to show my emotions.

It's why I wear my colour... contacts. Shit if forgot those's. I made it to the bus stop and took a quick seat to look through my bag. I let out a sigh when I saw my spare light blue contacts. But since I can't get them on here I'll do it at school and in the mean time I'll wear my aviators. When I put my sunglasses on the bus pulled up and opened the doors. I step in to see a half full bus of teenagers around the same age as me -18,19- looking at me funny. I gulped out of nerves and went to find a seat near the front, since the back was mainly full. As I sat down on the warm leather seat I hear whispering from the students.

"Omg is that the new, guy?" Said a girl

"No way!" Said another

"He looks like a soldier from the army." Said a guy, do I really? Was all I thought. I started thinking about getting new clothes as the bus drove by the houses towards the school.

•  •  •  •

The whispering lasted the full drive and arrived at the school, I spotted the sign that reads 'Welcome to Tyebrooke High' I look upon the ginormous school with wide eyes. I'm so glad I did research. The first thing I looked for was the bathroom and that took a while before I finally got directions.

As I entered the bathroom the temp. change and quiet. I double checked the bathroom stalls and got to work with my contacts, watching how white goes to blue. After the 'transformation' I check the clock till I hear the bell ring for class to start. Damn it I'm late.

I start to jog down the hallway, looking for my first class, my locker had to wait. I finally found my class, English and knocked. A low voice answered from the other side.

"Come in!" I enter the room to find a mix number of boys and girls silencing as I walk inside. The man sitting in the teachers desk stood up, putting down a book as he walks over to me. He was quite tall and muscular maybe around the age of thirty, thirty-one in a tight flannel shirt, skinny jeans showing off his cavs and pointy leather shoes. He can dress up!

"Ah, Mr. Myst. It's nice to see you but the timing could be better though." The class snickers at the remark and I couldn't help but show a guilty smile.

"Anyways, I'm Mr. Patrick but just call me Mr. Pat." His voice was smooth and calming helping he to ease into comfort.

"Since you're here, why not introduce yourself to the class and maybe answer some questions." Aaaaaand the comfort was lost. I took a quick glimpse of the class. They were waiting for me to speak.

"Yeah, sure I can do that." Mr. Pat gave me a smile and left me the floor. I clear my throat.

"Hello everyone, I'm Valentine Myst but friends back home call me Val. I'm from Orlando and I moved here a week ago and now live with my Aunt." I look towards the class. And see a few staring at me. Mr. Pat clap his hands, attracting the classes attention.

"Thank you Val, now does anyone have any questions?" A few hands went up and Mr. Pat picked a boy, Jake.

"Why do you wear army like clothing?"

"I was in the military academy before I got here." The class mummers. The next question, boy, John.

"Was it fun in the academy, or is it hard?"

"It was fun, it wasn't hard since I've been in it for four years. You get to meet a lot of different people and make friends." The next a girl, Kate.

"What did you learn from the academy?"

"Well... I know defence fighting... I can get in and out of buildings with out being detected and... learn ones self by their profile." The class took interest in the last thing I noted off. Bet they're going to ask-

"Really what can you get from me!" A girl said raising her hand, waving it.

"Let's see..." I look at her face and looks. She has well kept hair and oh, a hickey on the left of her neck... doesn't look fresh probably from a night or two ago.

"You are a clean person with an obsession with hair, you like to live on the edge sometimes. Even had a kiss or two from your bf." I smirk tapping on the left side of my neck. Knowing what I was talking about, she rushed her hand to cover up the hickey with blush creeping in her face.

"Well, I'll need to keep an eye on you don't I?" Mr. Pat said causing me and the class laugh. I'm liking it here.