Disgust

"Trust the timing of your life"

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Bella's POV

I easily found my way to Home Room with a few minutes to spare. I walked into the classroom with only the golden eyes in my thoughts. I barely registered the people ogling me. It somehow didn't bother me as much after seeing him look at me without any disgust. He was probably just good at hiding it. Deep down I knew he was in all likelihood thinking of me in disgust but because Ember knows me, kind of, he was being nice to me. If Ember didn't meet me I would have been bullied until I cried and ran away. With no one to help me. But reality caught up to me and I found myself in class. I was walking to the back of the room to sit there when my right foot caught on the desk and I started to fall forward. I stretched out my hands in front of me to catch myself. As my hands made contact with the ground I felt a jolt of pain shoot up my left wrist and linger with a burning ache. Because of the pain, I lost my strength in my wrist and collapsed on the floor with a thud. The whole class erupted in laughter and my cheeks exploded with heat. My eyes glazed over with tears but I held them in. I quickly stood up, ignoring the pain in my hand and rushed to a seat. I sat down and put my hoodie on my head and made sure to hide my face. The class pointed and stared at me, still laughing at me. I wanted to cry so badly, but not while anyone could see me. Thankfully not long after I sat down, the door of the room opened and the teacher walked in, immediately calling the class to order. The class settled down and he started counting heads, not calling anyone's names. He just looked at the names on a piece of paper then looked up to search for the person. I was grateful that I didn't have to say "Here" when he got to my name. I only hoped he wouldn't ask me to introduce myself. But I wasn't able to keep the tears in anymore. The salty water droplets started to flow down my face. Leaving transparent streaks on my face. I pulled my hoodie even further over my face and looked down at my lap. I crossed my arms over my chest and just stared at my lap.

Ignoring the slight pain in my wrist. But as I said before, I think I'm cursed. The deep male voice of the teacher called my name and I looked up sullenly. The man had thick framed glasses with eyes that looked blue, but I was sitting to far to know for sure. When his eyes met mine he did a dubble take. His eyes widened in shock, but he quickly pulled his face together. I must've looked terrible if he looked so shocked. OR he just thought I was fat too, like everyone in this school and every other school for that matter. I expected that he would tell me to stand up and introduce myself. What I didn't expect is for his face to turn neutral like he was speaking to an inferior person. "Welcome to Mistic High" he said nonchalantly. He looked away and continued down the list. It surprised me so much that the streaks of tears ceased. My shock vanished and the tears didn't resume. I wiped the evidence of crying off my face and stared down at my desk. Without my consent, my mind drifted back to the golden eyes that made me fall when I came into class. I didn't want to dwell on the concern I saw in his eyes. It was probably just for show. He probably thought I was fat just like the rest of them. So I focused on the unusual color of his eyes and how it looked more like a liquid gold with only a spec of brown splashed at random places in his irises. I have never seen anyone's eyes that were so unique, and I've seen some unique eyes. My family's included. The bell blared loudly and everyone took their time to gather their things but I rushed out of class without looking back. Before I walked out I saw the teacher staring at me in a strange way that I didn't really understand. I ignored him and hurried to my first class. English. I was probably so unlucky that the other teachers weren't gonna be so understanding as Mr. Glasses in Home Room. But I kept going, keeping my head down as to not attract attention to myself. I reached room 15 without causing trouble. I pushed the door open and walked in to the teacher's desk. She was sitting behind the desk and she had long curly blond hair. "Hello?" I said in an uncertain tone and she looked up at me with a hint of a scold, but when her eyes fell on mine, she gently smiled and stood up.

"Hi, my name is Professor Goodman. Welcome to Mistic High. I hope you feel right at home." She greeted in a pleasant tone and looked up over the class. "There is a seat open in the back. Go and sit down, I'll start the class in a few minutes." I hesitantly smiled at her and turned around, walking to the back of the class and sat down. The other stundents piled into the class and sat down. No one stared at me and the professor started the lesson on proper grammar in the exam essay that counted seventy percent for our grade this term. I listened intently, taking notes on important key points. Her voice rang with knowledge and she made the lesson interesting. The hour flew by and the bell rang. I walked to my history class with a little more confidence than before english. As I walked into the class the teacher was already waiting for "the new stundent," aka me. He welcomed me and assigned me to a chair. I walked to the third row and sat down next to the window. A few seconds later, the guy that got mad at, walked into class. He walked toward me while looking down and he was about to sit down when he looked up. His eyes met mine and he did a double take. His eyes stretched wide in surprise and his eyebrows rose. But he recovered quickly. "Hi, can I - uh - sit here?"he pointed to the chair next to me and I nodded my head. He sat down and turned to me. "My name is Sean Rosso." He held out his hand and I shook it with my own. He smiled in acceptance and looked at me in wonder. "My - my name is Bella Watson. Nice to meet you" I said with a little hesitance. He opened his mouth to say something else but the teacher called the class to order and there was no chance to talk during the lesson. But every now and then Sean glanced at me in curiousity. For a reason I did not know.