Brown Eyes

I felt the coldness of eyes on me. Looking up, I see a boy with chocolate eyes, staring into my soul. My heart skips a beat, but it’s not a good feeling like in the books, no. It hurts deep in my chest, my head is spinning, and all I can do is look away. Luckily, the boy looks away as well. Thank the mother. I know this boy, kind of. He’s friends with Nick. That’s not a good thing, Nick scares me a lot. Everyone scares me a lot. 

The boy keeps looking up at me while I write poems about the state of the world. Everything has been so scary and dark lately, and I feel this is my only way to have a voice, so I keep writing. Now he’s staring at my notebook, great. I don’t want to know if he agrees with me or not. He’s too cool and I’m too weird, and he and his friend hate this country, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. However, I’m sure he knows better than I do. My classmates are so loud, talking about the man with the grey hair, the man who made me rethink the world. They’re joking and all I can think is how can they joke about such a man? 

I can see the boy with the brown eyes glancing at me again, he keeps doing it over and over. I can’t help but wonder why he is interested. Me and him have almost nothing in common, save our rage at the world, but as far as I know, Nick is more angry than him. Then our teacher tells us to go, so I pack my things. The boy leaves before me, and I follow behind. I’m glad to be out of there, I hate that class. They joke about horrible things. At least I’m out of there now, yet I have another class, that’s just how the system works. You keep going and going, waiting for small things like shared glances to distract you from the never-ending cycle.

(Names changed for privacy)