Eyes That Glow Different

Chapter 1: Mornings Are Meant For Peculiarities, Not Breakfast

Dreams, they're all I can think about. We dream every night, yet when we wake up most of us forget them, is it for the better? I often think about stuff like that, stuff a regular teenager probably shouldn't think about, and it's not because they're bad, but because it's most likely strange...or others won't believe you. Just like any 17-year-old-girl, I overthink things, but hey, I can't help that deep down I'm as intuitive as Sherlock Holmes.

I look out the window of my freezing room, my eyes dance, and catch a glimpse of something across the road, a dove, and a measly crow cawing, and fighting. I find it slightly amusing since it reminds me of two opposites clashing, light and dark, the sun and the moon, water and fire, and heaven and hell. The cawing stops, and to my surprise, the dove was now torn to shreds, while the egregious crow pecked away at the white bird, and the rest of its flock came to feed upon the poor delicate, but now dead dove. I was in shock, it's not like it's normal to see that in the morning. I could hear the powerful flaps of the wings of every crow, one by one lifting off into the sky feeling content, and fed, I finally had a clear sight of the dove, or I guess what used to be the dove, it was no longer there, its existence no longer, and now forgotten.

The booming sound of my mother's voice echoes through our house since sound travels so easily through it, "I'm driving you to school now, come on, it takes 15 minutes, and we have less than that." I rushed, and picked up my bag, ran out of my room, out of the house, and then into the car. I'm always late for school, it's just a normal thing for me, but my mom has always told me that being late is a sign of a sloppy person, I don't quite agree with her, I'd like to think I'm not too sloppy.

As we drive down the road my eyes scan every single car going down the concrete road, every sign, and billboard. In car rides I'm not much of a talker, I like to sit and examine, and listen to what's around me, I usually become more aware of things, like my body sinking into the leather cushion, the overbearing stench of my perfume I applied too much of, and the suffocating thoughts I have. When I say suffocating, I mean those dark thoughts that make you pick at your self-confidence, the kind that makes you think, "Do I deserve to live?" the kind that gives you the feeling of a big rock in your throat, the kind you just can't seem to swallow, so you're left to choke, and suffocate in your self dread.

The car stopped in front of the school, and I sighed knowing the day has barely just begun, yet I so desperately wanted it to be over. I hopped out of the car in a groggy daze, and saying I love you to my mom before she drives off down the road heading back home since her work doesn't start till later in the day.

I walked into the school in a frenzy remembering I was quite late, and that the class was doing a test straight as soon as the bell rang, which was 20 minutes ago. I pick up my legs, and start darting down the hall into the direction of my class, as I'm running I try and come up with a million excuses that might satisfy the most likely ticked off teacher.