That Smile
No fear. There was no fear; nothing but anger and defiance shimmering in her eyes. She dared to speak out against him? The girl was clearly asking for it. But then again… everyone deserved his punishments. He hated the world in a sense.
One: there was nothing he could grasp to understand this place.
Two: everyone treated people the same; with contempt and disgust.
But what he probably hated more than anything else was the girl who dared to disregard his rules. She didn't know him, never even noticed him at first, but he saw her, that shining face etched in his memory the first time he saw her walk through the door; he had found her interesting. The girl smiled for the simplest of reasons, laughed at the stupidest things and was just plain out cheerful over nothing.
Fascination overtook him; snide remarks and sneers was all he knew at that household he 'lived' in. He couldn't remember a smile as pointless, meaningless and radiant as that one. He didn't understand that smile and the reason behind it. It annoyed him that he couldn't understand something complex, especially when this was one of the easiest things to comprehend. Smiles, apparently, meant you were delighted and happy. The world was much more difficult to think about, he was sure of it, but that silly grin practically boggled his mind; he hated that.
He then hated her.
Who could smile that often? He wondered to himself. Who was able to laugh without a care resting on their shoulders? The girl was practically the epitome of brightness and glee, always trying to remain optimistic about a certain situation. Not once had he seen that smile fade. To the eyes of others, they would've deemed her a normal child. He on the other hand, despised that sunny disposition, and he would often scrutinize her to try and contemplate what ran through her mind.
Out of frustration he lashed out at the teacher; the boys followed his lead and soon he seemed to reign over the classroom. He admitted to himself that it amused him having the adults wrapped around his finger, felt entertained when the other boys would obey his command but that wasn't the purpose behind it all.
He did it because the moment he did, the girl's smile had flipped downward, a petulant frown now plastered on her face. Inwardly, he would smirk because there was no beaming grin now; he had managed to make it turn. Inwardly he smirked when he caught her eye, her gaze transfixed on his and there was that little gleam of anger he didn't hate.
Maybe tomorrow, he'll bring more toys.