The feeling of a lot of eyes on you is not the best feeling in the world. But, only one pair of eyes stuck with me as I made my way to my seat. Karen. Her chocolate brown eyes were piercing. If you replaced them with daggers there would be no change. Her eyes had the piercing look to them for only a few moments. They flickered between worry and fear after. Why was she worried? I know I am good looking, but why was she looking at me for so long. Did I have food on my face? While pondering, this my hand slowly made it's say up towards my chin. I made eye contact with her. Her eyes, which are framed with black glasses, stared back. She slowly gave out a stressed sigh and looked away slowly. Her long bangs shifted in front of her glasses blocking a lens. She quickly moved them behind her ears in one solid swift movement. Her reflexes were incredible! Stop. I have different things to think about. A little interest in a girl ( not a crush! ) can't stop me from thinking about my problems. I need to think back on what happened. My skin after all just healed in less then one minute from turning raw! I really don't think that is normal. I need time to think. A lot of time. Maybe I can take the long way home. It is a nice, serene, walk through the forest. The canopy of trees catch the light perfectly. The rustle of the leaves also reminds me of when mom was alive. I pause, I never really think of mom much. She passed a longtime ago. She died in a car accident. I was five when it happened. I was in the car to. I try to get the honking and screaming out. That is all I remember. The pain of the memory subdued the stress of my thoughts. The stress relief was not much, but just enough for me to feel a difference. I will not only walk the path through the forest to relieve the stress, but to get all the memories of mom out. I can feel my heart rate relax and the voices in my head calm. I get out my pencil only to look up at the clock and realize that 7th period was about to end. I sigh and store the pencil into my backpack. I look back to see what Nat was doing. I see him mouth something while doing a jig. Hits dieday? What? I think about this, maybe its ... its...its... Friday! Oh! That makes more sense. A lot more. Ahhh, I need to tell Nat I will take the long way home. I was supposed to get a ride from his mom. I will just tell her that I need to go get something, and I don't want to be an inconvenience. That should work. That should work nicely! I put away my folder that was randomly scattered on my desk. The second I zip up my backpack the bell rings and the class starts to rise to leave. School is over!
