Newborn Eyes

Regular

I am a somewhat regular girl. I have black hair, fair skin, normal clothes, and purple eyes. However, I hate my eyes. Most people would argue that purple eyes are the most beautiful and best eyes in the world. But not me. I don't want those eyes, I want black eyes. I want to be part of the black-eyed race. In this world there is the purple-eyed, blue-eyed, green-eyed, and a black-eyed race. Here is a little overview of the different races:

Proserpina is the purple-eyed race which controls the plants. They can make any plant grow faster than it would naturally and they can use any plant for any type of healing. Basically they are the healers. Which is what I am, but I don't want to be. Technically I think being a healer is a stupid job that can be done by regular medicine and not unnatural substances.

Cerberus is the blue-eyed race that control the skies. They control anything that comes from the sky: rain, snow, sun, clouds, wind, basically they control the weather. I know it seems like a super cool race but the black-eyed race is cooler. Way cooler.

Nibiru is the green-eyed race and they control the water. I know, it kind of seems like the blue-eyed race should control the water. I agree, I don't get it either. Basically they just fool around and cause natural disasters with tsunamis and floods. Not the nicest of people.

The black-eyed race, also known as Xena, is the best of all. They control their own bodies. Which means basically they are the super humans who have super powers. How much better can you get than that! Some of them are shape shifters, some of them can fly or they have super strength. Basically they have any super power you could ever think of. That's why I want to be part of that race. I want to be a hero or at least have a power!

There are people with brown or hazel eyes but they are basically the outsiders. They don't have any special talents so they do the regular jobs like waiters, reporters, and accountants. Basically all of the jobs that aren't doctors, nurses, weather reporters, lifeguards, or heroes. So there technically are "regular people" in this world and I'm not one of them. I used to spend every night staying up late praying that I would suddenly get black eyes. But it never happened. I still have stupid purple eyes and I hate it. I want to have a power and be special. I don't want a stupid healing power.

The other day I went to a restaurant with my aunt and our waitress had hazel eyes. She was talking about food and then all of a sudden, she was on the other side of the room. Apparently she has super speed but she has hazel eyes. I asked her about it and she said that she was a special type of Xena. She said that a rare few of Xena have different colored eyes, even purple, but they weren't part of that race. So now I am thinking that I might be a part of that race. I know what you're thinking. How can she be part of Xena if she has healing powers? Oh but you are mistaken. I haven't earned my healing powers yet. So maybe that means that I'm not a Proserpina at all. Maybe I'm part of Xena! Ugh, I wish. It's probably not true but just in case, I  make a plan to go back in time to see if any of my family members were part of Xena. Normally I would ask my family but I don't think they would be happy that I don't want to carry on the healing family tradition. 

There is a rumor in town that the local auto shop has a time machine. I have now arrived at that auto shop, hoping that the rumor is true. As I enter, I notice a surge of energy throughout my entire body. With my knowledge of the races, this probably means that there is a Xena here with an energy power. No regular human can create this much energy at once. Hopefully that means I can find a time machine. A teenage boy of about 16 is running around the shop muttering to himself. "Um, excuse me," I yell toward the boy.

He stops in front of me and summons a ball of energy in his hands. I am so mesmerized by this power that I forget he is there. I snap back into reality when he clears his throat. I look up at him and he raises his eyebrows at me. "Um, right," I stutter, "I was wondering if you by any chance have a time machine that I can use?"