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I Will Never Forget Those Eyes (Short Story)
My first day
My first day at a new school and my heart is beating perfusely. It appears to be civvies today, which at least helps me blend with the crowd, unless if my look is a tad offbeat. A tall man in a formal grey suit greets me at the school’s grand entrance. I tilt my head back to catch a glimpse of his eyes that seems to be out shone by the sun behind him.
“Good morning young fellow. You must be Chaz.” He extends his hand.
“That’s me sir.” I shake his frail hands, almost reaching for the sky, “Nice to meet you sir.”
“My pleasure, let’s enter shall we?”
We entered the glass doors of the grand entrance into the vast size of the first corridor. He lectured me about the rules and regulations of this fine school, it took me a moment to absorb everything he said. As my eyes wondered around this massive corridor, I felt a presence draw me in. I followed it to find a young woman. She sat on a garden bench with her friends, she appears out of place. Her eyes drifted around like mine, but my eyes were now fixed on her. I waited for her eyes to meet mine, hoping for a connection. The tall man continued to speak, but my ears wouldn’t listen. She quickly glanced at me then looked away. I let out a shy smile. She began to interact with her friends. They appeared attentive. It just shows how strong of a presence she carried.
The tall man lead me away from my trance and into a colourful classroom.
“Okay Chaz, according to your timetable, your first class is…Maths. Which is right here.”
There were quite a few students waiting in the class, now staring at me. The awkward stance overwhelmed me. I was unsure whether to smile and wave, or to duck and hide. They didn’t look too happy to see me though, which made my first day even worse. My knees began to tremble at the thought of my first class being a flop. I was never really good at Maths.
“This is Miss Rodriguez’s class. If you get lost, don’t fear to ask for help.”
Before I had the chance to ask him a question, he disappeared.
An aura swept behind me. It was her. I turned to find her looking deep into my eyes. My body went numb; my lips could not speak. My chest felt tight and my face turned red. Her powerful presence seeped into my soul and stayed there. I loved every second and wished that it would never reach an end. Those eyes stole my sanity, I feared that my brain would freeze.
“Young man…” she said, I focused on her lips and listened to her voice. “Take a seat. You’re wasting my time.”
What I thought was ideal turned worse. She was not as soft and gentle as I had initially hoped. She was loud and aggressive just like a typical Maths teacher. I took my seat and felt disappointment delve in the pits of my stomach. Even though the day was still young, I will never forget those eyes.