I skipped second period. Because it was math.
I refuse to do math. It's too.....Nevermind. I can't explain. You'll just argue with me. Because you don't get it. You NEVER will. It's not just that I don't like math. It's just...I really can't explain. Only those who truly struggle in math would understand. Math is secretely evil. Those sensitive to evil can't quite grasp it. And you never really should. But they force you to.
Only the brown eyed onces can fight back.
But you're not brown eyed, now are you? Not for real, anyway. Don't trust your cover up, it's fake.
I went to 3rd period just so people wouldn't throw a fit.
It was Spanish.
"Hola." The lady said warmly. "Here is some advice for this class. And life. Try hard, do your homework, and don't do drugs."
I raised my hand. I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it. She pointed to me.
"How can you possibly say that to us, when you are on drugs as you speak?"
I heard a few "BURNS!" From the class, but I just rolled my eyes.
"You all are on drugs. Me included. Every breath we take, we get more drugged. The air is a drug. A strong one, that makes us see images that aren't real. Air is tangible. You can easily break it. But not while you're being drugged. Those on drugs see the reality, temporarily. But we're not supposed to know that. Reality is so secret for some reason. It's too powerful. THAT'S, why 'drugs' are illegal."
I heard a boy whisper, "What is SHE on...?" And I sighed. "You are all so blind...." I mumbled, before sitting down.
A girl who was sitting next to me smiled. "I believe you." She warmly told me. I gave her a supportive half smile.
"Hey, you're Azalya's friend! I've seen you on TV!" She yelled, extremely ecstatic. Another half smile from me.
"Yeah, she's the reason why you're so happy right now. But soon I will be. Just you wait. In a few years, I'll be the one drinking the tears."
She smiled. "Yeah, I know." I raised my eyebrows. "How do you know?" I asked, sounding slightly defensive.
She looked down. "i'm just not going through my period of blindness right now, that's all."
I shrugged. "I've never gone through one of those. But I will."
"We all do." She agreed.
I nodded. "Unless you're blind."
It was her turn to nod.
Our teacher began talking to us again. "What do you guys think about power?" She asked us.
The entire class began shouting things like, "IT'S AWESOME!" And, "WE LOVE IT!"
But the girl raised her hand. As the teacher pointed to her, she said,
"I'm Winter. And it's evil. Truly evil. Power changes people. Even if it's in a good way, it's a proven fact it does. But it's extremely rare to be in a good way. And even if it is, there's SOME bad to it also. It's evil......trust me." She whispered the last 2 words.
The class began laughing, and I pulled her to the side.
"You actually agree with me. I've never known ANYONE to agree with me....ever. Don't listen to the laughter."
"Laughter is just a cover up for weakness. But yeah, nothing is as evil as power. It's even worse than math."
I was flabbergasted. "Now, how do you know that?" I asked her.
She looked up to me, and her eyes flashed to brown for a split second, as she said, "Lucky guess."
Oh.
I smiled brightly for the first time in a while.
"Hey, Winter?" I asked her. "I'm lucky too."
