What only I can see (klance)

Introduction

Lance POV

They say eyes are supposed to be the windows to the soul, but what if your eyes are always covered?

My eyes aren’t perfect, I need glasses and I can never take them off. At least that’s what my parents have told me all my life. However I never knew why I had to sleep, shower, and perform other mundane tasks with them on. Not until an earth-shattering day that could be categorized as a typical morning had occurred.

-Earlier Thursday morning-

I rubbed my squinting eyes as I walked along the semi-busy street on my way to school. The sky glowed a mixture of the dawning yellow sun , the red of a crimson sunrise, and the splash of leftover violet from the night time.

The effects of last night had still resided in our town. Drowsiness was slowly being battled with the taste of salty sea air in every breath. The students that surrounded me groaned
and yawned, ready to get the day over with so they could feel the sweet embrace of their beds.

I continued scrolling through my app's newsfeed and strode along the sidewalk, gaining distance and getting closer to the academic building.

The salty air reminded me of my orginial home and a sense nostalgia washed over me like the waves of a windy beach.

Cuba was an amazing place, and sometimes I miss it. When my father had taken a position as right hand man to a large manufacturing firm we had to move to the United States, Texas to be exact.

I was eleven at the time. Saying goodbye to my friends who I played with on Veradero beach and to my extended family who were always there and ready to help was close to heart breaking. Learning English and trying
to find people I could identify with at my new school was tough since I was a minority in my school.

My first year I would ask my mom almost every day, “Mami? Why did we have to come here?” she would look at me with tired, loving eyes and tell me that we needed to be in the US so that we could have a better life. I had always been a brat and denied that our lives would be better here than in Cuba.

My siblings would shake their heads at my naivety and my oldest sibling Marco would say, “one day you’ll understand lance.” Now that I have grown I do finally get it, and I am glad I was able to live in Texas and I can get a better education and a chance at an earned middleclass life.

I swiped my ID on the lockbox next to the door of the building. When the light flashed green I opened the door and began making my way to my locker while scrolling through Instagram. I felt multiple stares burning my entirety and I looked up to see some of the fellow students with confused expressions
and…….wait………what is that?!

Every one I was looking at had a colored aura surrounding their bodice. Different colors and
mesmerizing flows. My brain could hardly function but I was normally the happy-go-lucky and playful one at school, I had to act the part or they might get suspicious. I saw my best friends Hunk and Pidge slowly coming out of the cafeteria.

They also had colored mist that shone on them. Hunk’s was yellow like a dandelion and
Pidge’s was a lime candy green. The colors surrounding me coming off of other people conveyed the rainbow.

I had run over to them cheerily and shouting their names, “Hunk, Pidgey! Good morning!” They had puzzled looks on their faces until pidge recognized me.

“Lance?”, she murmured quitely under her breath. I nodded and her eyes widened as well as hunk’s.

Hunk spoke with surprise, “lance is that really you? You look so different!”

It was my turn to be stuck. ‘how did I look any different?’. “What do you mean Pidgey? I’m the same as always”.

Her next sentence altered my life forever after I’d heard it,

“Well you aren’t wearing your glasses.”

I blinked trying to process the new information. ‘what?! Im not wearing glasses? I can see without glasses? If I can see, why did I need them? I can see fine. Why did my parents force me to wear them if I could see? But I now I can see these colors. I can see auras around my friends and my schoolmates. Was I not paying attention earlier? Did the kids on the way to school have colorful mists with them? What is going on? What do I look like?’ Questions swarmed like wasps in my head. Hunks words echoed in my mind and my body acted on its own accord 

I sprinted to the bathroom next the cafeteria not caring about the unusual stares that I was receiving.

I threw open the door and stoped in front of the mirror. I stared at my own relfection studying myself. I had no aura weirdly. Was it just me who had no colors? Was that a bad thing?

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Here's the first chapter. This chapter is a trial/pilot. If you like the story please tell me to continue.  I hope to be able to update at least twice a week at most. So I hope you end up enjoying the story.