It was my first day of high school.
Yeah.
Anyway. I walked in my first period, and I saw many posters about how it'll be okay, we'll do great, and how school is really not all that long, and we can get through it.
Those posters actually made me a lot more nervous.
People only feel the need to write things like that, and calm you if it's really needed. If high school were truly no big deal, they wouldn't feel the need to tell us that, we'd already know. They wouldn't need to calm us unless they knew we had a good reason to not be calm.
I looked to my left, and saw a sign, that said, "Time will pass....will YOU???!"
That was the only thing that got me through that class.
It was the one poster meant to make you feel nervous, and I chose for it to not let me.
It felt really nice that I had the strength to calm myself, after being basically told there was a good chance I would fail. Because at least that means they thought you actuallly had a chance.
My teacher came in. She was fakely brown eyed.
After a few "ohhhs" and "ahhhs" from the students, one blue eyed girl said, "I LOVE your eyes!"
She smiled, but that statement made me angry. Why does rarity matter to so many people? Fake brown eyes can't protect you. They may be beautiful and rare, but they mean nothing. "Really, thank you!" She explained.
"But I like Sandra's eyes." I turned immeditely to her when she said my name, and tried to be polite. "Thank you, they're fake." I told her, and she looked at me with confusion. I sighed. "They're simply a cover up. I choose not to let power define me. Though I would honestly love it more than anything if it did, I know that wouldn't be right."
"WHOA!" Yelled a girl behind me. "But of course you have power! Your eyes are BROWN!!!"
The entire class looked at her like she was crazy. She sheepishly looked at me and asked, "Well...aren't they?"
I just stared at her, trying to grasp how she knew, her eyes were as green as emeralds. Not even a speck of brown anywhere near them. She then reached into her backpack, and put on a pair of glasses.
"OHHHHH..." She said, sounding embarrassed. "Sorry, I have terrible vision. I'm basically blind without my glasses. Your eyes looked brown to me, sorry. I see now that they're a beautiful shade of cobalt blue. They even sparkle, wow! That's actually the farthest from brown I've ever seen!"
And that, my friends, is the day I realized.
As I've said many times before,
The blind are the only people,
Who are truly not blind at all.
We are blind. And we convince them there's something wrong with them, and teach them our twisted ways.
"Time will pass, will you?"
I looked at the poster again, and breathed a sigh of relief. I felt powerful resisting the urge to give in to the nervousness they wanted us to feel. Too powerful.
My right hand began to out power my left, and I could almost feel the sparks of true power surging through me. My eyes couldn't change. Not here, not now.
I quickly looked at the kind, assuring posters again, and felt the weakness, insecurity, and pain fill me up once more.
But when my eyes were brown, for that split second, I realized something.
Once my eyes returned back, I raised my hand.
"Sandra?"
The teacher asked.
"No." I told her.
"What? Did I get your name wrong?" She asked, looking at the sheet with our names embedded on.
"No, I'm just answering the question." I told her.
As she asked what question, I laughed slightly. If she were a true brown eyed person, she'd know.
"You said that time will pass, and asked if we will. Well, I didn't entirely understand the question until about a minute ago. And the answer is no, we won't pass. Not if you're comparing us to time, that is. Because time is an illusion. There is no such thing. It was created by blue, green, and fakely brown eyed people to make the world seem easier for us to grasp. But what they weren't aware of, was that they were all going through their period of blindness when they did this. Days are an illusion too. No such thing. Time, and days, can be maniplulated however you want them to. You could cut out the entire month of February, when I was born, and then I wouldn't exist. Because we are all illusions too. I was born on Leap Year. Apparently so rare. But it really isn't. There is NEVER A February 29. Just like there is never a February. Or a January. Or March. April, May, June, they're all fake. And so are the rest. We are all fake, too. Yeah, we breathe and all, but...only because we know we have to. We never truly die. Dying is impossible. We just go into another world, and unless you're brown eyed, you can never talk to a person who is 'dead' again. They'e gone. But in reality, their part in our story just ended. Because honestly, we're all just in a coma we need to wake up from."
I love how I have the power to silence an entire room, even when my eyes are blue.
I walked up to the girl with glasses, and whispered, "Please wake up. Please. You would all see. You would all understand, if you would just wake up..."
I shook some people, and then told the girl, "Take off your glasses. They're filling your mind up with fake images. Images are illusions. Only the blind know that."
The teacher slowly walked up to me, out of fear. "You don't have to be afraid." I whispered. "My eyes were only brown for a second, they're blue again. I'm too weak to hurt you."
No response.
"I'm left handed..." I whispered even quieter.
Still no response.
"I don't want to hurt you. Or them. I don't want to hurt anybody. The only reason I actually want power, is so I can make you all SEE. It angers me you aren't SEEING THE WORLD RIGHT."
"Books are illusions too. Just words on a paper to make you believe things, give you false hope. Or lose it, whichever. Pages can be torn, destroyed, taken out, or added. It can be manipluated, like almost everything else."
Still nothing.
"But then again, why trust me? We're in a story right now. We're constantly in a story. Which is why, like I said, we're all illusions too. Do you get it now? DO YOU?!" I felt a flash of power, but quickly let it go.
"So, no, we won't pass." I finished.
"But then again.....who will?"
I left the class.
And no one yelled for me to come back in.
