Two

Opal's Point of view

I put down my book. This reading is giving me a headache. "Why don't you just commit to Emmy already?" I yell out loud.

"Opal, you're going to miss the bus," I hear my mom yell. I am a junior in high school. High School, I am just trying to get through. I don't have many friends. You can technically change that many into any. I have one friend, his name is Richmond.

Rushing to my closet, I hurry up and grab my backpack, which was loaded with books. Reading is how I get through the day. As a congenital disability, I was born with two different colored eyes. One dark blue and one brown. Sadly, this was the root of much of my bullying, but most of it has to do with my lack of social skills. To say that I was a loser is an understatement.

I put my backpack on my back and walk out my bedroom door, slamming it behind me. Once in the kitchen, my mom hands me a sack full of breakfast items.

"Thanks," I smile.

"Reading a new book?" my mom asks.

" Yes, the Kingdom Of AquaBlue, Richard wrote it," I remark.

"What a talented young man," my mom grins.

I nod. My mom is definitely pushing me in the direction of Richard. My family adores him. I care about him tremendously, but only as a friend. The bus's loud engine purrs outside.

"Maybe try to make a new friend today," my mom suggests.

That ship has already sailed. I nod my head anyway. The sun feels warm on a beautiful summer day. The hot air hits my face. I live in Michigan. Where the summers are hot, and the winters are cold.

I rush to the bus and walk aboard, and the loud sounds already fill my ears. Some people were rapping, singing, and laughing. The sound of phone games is the loudest and most annoying sound. I smile when I see Richard sitting in the seat directly behind the bus driver all by himself. I take my seat next to him.

"Have you enjoyed the book so far?" he asks me.

"It's definitely been my favorite so far."

"You say that about every book," he laughs.

I laugh too. "I know."

Richard is equally as freaky as me. He lives on a farm. His family expects him to be a great farmhand. Richard, on the other hand, is into writing poetry and novels. Richard always wears overalls for school. Many students call him Old McDonald.

Honestly, I think Richard is very handsome. He has dark brown hair and light brown ears. He is very muscular, from lifting hay and all the farm work. My favorite part about Richard is his emotional side. Even though he is a boy, he isn't afraid to show you his feelings.

The bus stops. Getting up from my seat and walking off the bus, the sun beats down. I wipe the sweat off my forehead.

"I hate summer," Richard laughs.

"You ain't the only one," I laugh.

Luckily, this is our last week of school, and then we go on summer vacation. I have many books planned to read.

Side by side, Richard and I walk into the school. The air feels fantastic, opening up the doors. My first glass is English. I move towards my locker, looking down at the ground as I walk. My mission is to make eye contact with no one.

Arriving at my locker, I quickly throw my belongings into it. Hearing my stomach growl, I remember I didn't eat the breakfast mom packed for me. I grab a granola bar out of the bag and head toward class.

Walking into the classroom, I feel like every eye is on me. I feel awkward, like everyone has just been talking about me. I quietly and quickly take my seat.

"Good morning, colorful eyes," laughs a football player Grant. I ignore the comment, open a book, and bury my face in it.

"Dude, those jokes are getting old," says Grayson. Grayson is unbelievably handsome. I had a crush on him for as long as I can remember. He has long brown hair and deep blue eyes. He is in a band, and he plays the drums. I smile at him, and he winks at me. I feel butterflies flying around my stomach.