I couldn't resist it, I just had to say it.
"Your eyes are so beautiful" I said to Mona staring at her beautiful chestnut-colored eyes, I imagine those gorgeous eyes in a jar inside my room, where I can stare at it anytime.
I want to take it home.
While I was staring at her, I noticed her expression changes to confusion as her eyebrow meets, like she's confused or disgusted, and then I realized,
Shit. I said it out loud, didn't I?
"You want to take my eyes home?" Mona asked tilting her head with her eyes squinting at me like I'm being interrogated, I don't know how to answer her questions because I genuinely love her eyes I wanna take it.
I smiled, and laughed at her and said, "Yeah"
I fucked up, why did I say that? I'm smiling and laughing awkwardly waiting for her response.
"God. You are weird—but thanks, I guess?" Mona responded. I mean, I am weird, I admit that. But "thanks?" Isn't she afraid or something? I guess that's a relief. Maybe she took it as a joke, but I literally want those eyes in a jar.
The bell rang, breaktime's over, we got to get back to the classroom now. I see Mona and others races to enter the room before our next teacher arrived. I'm planning to skip classes and maybe go to the library and do some research on how to properly store eyes. Maybe one day I can collect human eyes. Or not.
I've always wondered whether I am a psychopath, but I read somewhere that psychopath kid usually loves to play fire, and that they lack empathy to animals. My mom once told me I almost burned down our house when I was 5 years old because I've been playing with candles and matches. Mom said I always cried and begged for a candle or lighter or anything that deals with fire, but doesn't all kids like fire? It looks cool. I even accidentally killed a kitten, though I can't remember whether it was an accident, it's just what my mom told me.
I was never diagnosed so, I guess we can act that I'm still normal.
When all the students seem to be inside their classrooms, I walked out the cafeteria hoping no teachers would see me. I basically ran to the nearest elevator. I pushed the button multiple times as if that actually helps doubling the time of an elevator opening. When I get in the elevator, there's no one thank God. I pushed 4th floor button, hoping the guard would let me in in the library.
"ID?" the guard demanded. So, I showed him my ID, and he seemed bored then he just nodded meaning I can get in. I rushed inside, so the guard won't have time if he changed his mind about letting me inside when all students should be in their classroom. I started my research getting all the relevant books. Then, I read and read and read.
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"Jake!" I heard someone shouted my name. I turned around and it was Amy, my cousin from the senior year. God. I hate her, she always acts like she knows everything, like her dad—my mom's brother.
"It's already 4:00 P.M, did you cut classes again?" Amy said. Wait. 4:00 P.M? I've been here for three hours? I grabbed my phone to check the time, it's 4:05. Shit. I have class at 4:15, I can't skip that it's a major subject, plus I like the teacher—she knows how to actually teach her subject.
I grabbed all the books I was reading from the table and held it in my arms as if I was hugging it. I also grabbed my bag and I rushed to the counter leaving all the books while the librarian stares at me, I told her I'll be back in two hours. Before she could even speak, I ran to the elevator and as it was about to close, I shouted "Wait!" then the man holds the elevator as I enter, I pushed the button for 2nd floor for my next class.
I'm now sitting at the back of the class, when Mrs. Joan entered the room holding her books walking towards the table.
"Where were you?" Mona asked. She's in front of my seat, looking at me. She always asks about me and seems curious to what I do with my time, so sometimes I do chitchat with her when I'm in the mood.
"Library," I responded. She just nodded and went back to facing front to Mrs. Joan telling the class that there will only be three lessons she needs to finish this month before finals.
Finally, I can leave this shitty school in A MONTH, I can handle that. I've been here long enough to say that I hate this school, mostly the people. But especially, the teachers. If it wasn't for the scholarship, I would leave this hell in just one snap.