But the teacher didn't seem to notice, and just pushed me forwards towards the performing area in front of everybody which made everything worse.
"We got a new student coming in here today! Introduce yourself, will you?" He asked cheerfully, and I could feel the students eyes burn holes into me, as they watched my every move. I raced my hand through my untidy curls, as I felt myself beginning to slowly shake.
"I'm uh... I-... Im... H-Harry.. Styles.." I managed to stutter out with clenched teeth. After a good 2 minutes of awkwardness, the teacher decided to put me out of my misery and stepped up, smiling at me.
"Really nice to have you, Harry. Take a seat, uh.." He quickly scanned the chairs of people. There were three open spots.
"Right there is perfect." He smiled, pointing to the middle back of the room which was at a higher elevation. I bit my lip and slowly made my way though the people until I reached my seat, where I quietly saw down. To my relief, most people's attention were on the teacher again, but the people closest to me, we're giving me curious looks. I quickly looked down at the ground, as I again started racing my hadn't though my untidy curls, as it was a habit for when I got nervous.
"Hi."
A voice besides me made me jump about 10 feet into the air, gasping for air, as my action of course managed to grasp the attention from everybody again, with wondering eyes.
"Oh.. I didn't mean to scare you.." The same voice besides me spoke again, and I looked over at him, to see the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. They were blue like the ocean, like the color the waves were just before they were about to hit the crease, the white scum blending with the blue. His blue eyes weren't cold, though, like most peoples eyes were. They were warm, and welcoming. I felt the corners of my mouth curl up involuntary as I let myself gaze at him just for a millisecond longer than I should've, because he tilted his head to the side a little as he chewed on the inside of his lip.
"You okay?" He asked, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to ask someone if they were okay when they were clearly about to die from overwhelmn. I just nodded quickly, and tore my gaze away from his beautiful eyes, to the dirty floor. To where they needed to be.
"So, we got a couple of groups left to perform their scenes, don't we?" The teacher asked, curiously looking up at us though his glasses as he flashed us a smile showing his yellow stained teeth. The class muttered a couple of 'yes'es, and he grinned excitedly.
"Alright, next group, you're up. What's your scene again? The one about the abused and abandoned?"
I felt myself stiffen, and I took a deep shaky breath as the group of about maybe five people got on stage.
Their acting wasn't terribly bad, I could see that they were acting out as a family. I smiled to myself as they performed a family dinner, laughing and joking, as a perfect family should. But suddenly, three of them left the scene, leaving two of the boys in the room left, which I assumed was father-son and scene two begun. It started off as an arguement, which already was making me cringe, but the second one of them reached out, punching the other actor in the face, not for real of course, but it was real enough for tears to swell up in my eyes, and as the beating continued, I had tears running down my cheeks, flashing memories in front of my eyes. Everything was just too much.
"You alright?"
A head reached out, and touched my arm just barely, but enough for me to snap. I lost control and screamed, jumping out of my seat, finding the nearest corner only to hug myself tightly as the tears ran down my face. The boy with the blue eyes got up, and eyed me curiously, scaring me more than anybody had ever scared me.
