Silver Eyes

Violet

A/N: This chapter is currently being edited. I may add more because there are things I wanted to put in the end... The next one's better, so keep reading. :) 

I woke up to a bleak September Monday, the first day of my junior year of high school. It had been almost three months since Alex's death and school was going to start up again. I had been excused from the last week of school. I spent the summer at home doing pretty much nothing. It had gone by slowly for me and I was almost glad to get out of the monotony of it, but I wasn't thrilled to go back to school. My mom had asked me if I wanted to transfer to a different school and get out of there, but I didn't want to leave my friends. They had hung out with me a little bit over the nine weeks. We did a lot of sitting around, but it was so much better than being alone.

There was fog hanging outside my window. I blinked and silenced the alarm on my phone aimlessly. I didn't want to wake up at all, despite having technically gotten enough sleep. I knew I'd have to face a lot of gossip and rumors. I hoped that everybody had talked over the summer and were bored of my tragic story. That often happened with big news that was spread to everyone. There was no one left to tell, so there was no reason to talk about it anymore.

"Silver," my mom called softly through my door. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah," I said, my voice cracking and squeaking. Ugh...my voice sounds terrible, I frowned to myself as I struggled out of bed. My legs were tangled in my slippery black sheets and I dropped a pillow off the side as stumbled to my feet. My bed was lower to the ground than most. I liked it that way. My mom thought I was strange when I picked a half-height box-spring, but since I had decided on a king-sized bed, the lower height seemed to make my room look more open to me.

I looked longingly back at my deep red comforter that covered the empty expanse of my bed before I turned to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

"Do you want me to drive you?" My mom asked, waving her keys when I emerged from my room dressed for school with my old backpack slung over one shoulder.

"Sure." I answered glumly. Sometimes I liked the freedom of getting to school using the metro, but the effort of walking and the crowds on their morning commute did not appeal to me, especially since it looked like it was going to rain.

My mom was quiet as she drove with the radio on low and I had thrown on some headphones to listen to my music. I always liked to watch the different cars through the passenger window and zone out. The light rain added a calm, hazy atmosphere, even as the bright red, angry brake-lights shined out through the raindrops from the racing commuters that crowded the road. Whenever it rained before school, I always felt a bittersweet stillness like it was just the calm before the storm. I always pictured staying in on the rainy day as if the weather was a good excuse to call off school, but I knew that's not how the world worked, especially in a city that rarely slept.

"Have a good day." My mom said, sounding somber. I could tell she was about as excited to go to work as I was to endure a day of school.

"You too, mom. I'll see you when you get home." I answered before taking a deep breath and pushing out into the rain with my eyes set on the large glass doors that led in to the school. The metallic creak of my mom's passenger door was so loud as I closed it, one of the other students getting out of the SUV behind us looked to see where it came from. My mom had a slight frown as she drove off and another car rushed up to take her spot as I made my way in.

It wasn't raining hard, but students still rushed into the school to spare their 'first day' outfit. I had put very little thought into my outfit choice and only wore some boring black pants and an old t-shirt with my raincoat over my shoulders. It wasn't nearly as flashy as most of the other new juniors, but I guess I subconsciously wanted to stay under the radar. To my annoyance, my lack-luster outfit seemed to have the opposite effect and I felt like I was avoiding wandering eyes as I traipsed in towards my locker.