Catherine peered at the clock on the wall, 2:10; 5 more minutes till the bell. She sighed with relief, "I thought the day would never end." As the minutes went by, Catherine kept to herself as usual, but other people didn't keep to themselves. "Hey Catherine," said Noel, the most popular girl in school, "what are you doing this weekend?" Catherine knew what was coming, popular girl ask unpopular girl question, unpopular girl answers, popular girl says something smart-ass then snorts it off with her friends. Rather than answering her with the truth, Catherine said, "Nothing." Noel pretended to look interested, "Oh, well me and the girls were planning on going to the movies. You can come if you wanted to, but I guess you'll have to sit on the far end since your eye is, how should I say, out of order!" The group of girls cackled loudly and turned around. Catherine clenched her fist, ever since she was a little girl; people had made fun of her eye. It wasn't her fault that her eye had gotten cancer, not her fault the doctors had to remove her left eye because it was rotted down to the root. After the eye had been removed though, the strangest thing started to happen. Before the wound had healed fully, the skin around her eye had begun to grow over her stitches; incredibly fast. Since then, no eye, only a misshapen lump of thick hard skin on the left part of her face. "I can see just fine Noel, and obviously better than you." she replied. "What makes you say that Quase Moto?" "You wear contacts, I don't." Noel frowned, but regained her dignity. "At least my family can afford such things, but since you're a Cyclops, I guess it would only be half price!" Again the group of girls laughed. The bell rang, and all got up to get to the door. Catherine got up to walk home, but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. "I heard what you said to Noel, that wasn't too nice." Of coarse, Tommy, Noel's boyfriend. "If you ask me, she was not too nice to me as well." Tommy punched her in the face, "You have no feelings Catherine, it's okay to make fun of you." She held her face, "Just because my eye is gone doesn't mean my feelings are gone too." He punched her again, this time harder. "I need to go Tommy, my mom will start to worry." He laughed sarcastically, "Don't try to fool me, I know your mom is dead." Catherine slipped on her bag. "Doesn't mean she won't be worried." "You're a freak." He sneered. As he left the room, she smiled. If being a freak felt as good as this, then she would rather be like it for the rest of her life.