I used to wake up everyday and see myself as beautiful, and now I'm just a freak. My eyes are too far apart, my hair is always frizzy and ragged, I have an over bite and that's not even the worst part. It's my eyes. They're gold.

Up until I turned 8 having golden eyes were about the coolest thing in the world. In my class at school it was like, "Woah! That's so cool!" But now that everybody knows, I'm just turned out of friendships, ignored, and treated like an outsider.

So waking up to another day at school wasn't the most inviting thing.

I moved out of my covers with slow and tired movements. It almost felt as if I was moving through jello.

"Alazne, don't make me come up there!" My mom's ringing tone came from downstairs.

With a groan I tugged on some dirty clothes and made my way downstairs for breakfast.

The smell of eggs and toast greeted me down my last few steps. My mouth was watering to taste the delicacies.

I wolfed down the hardy breakfast and scrambled upstairs to gather my homework books.

Before I left, I spotted my cross necklace hanging on my bedpost and quickly yanked it over my head.

Leaving the house with a hasty goodbye to my mom, I flew down the blocks at top speed to try and catch the bus. Around the corner I saw the yellow blob moving down the street and scolded myself for not keeping track of time.

Persistent, I ran down a shortcut in between two houses and almost made it to the next stop but the bus driver made it a big deal of me not getting to school on time. Still I ran down the sidewalks, propelled by adrenaline and pure rage at the bus driver.

The yellow vehicle started to slow down for the next stop and I was just close enough that I could touch the back bumper. My adrenaline was fading and I was bent on getting onto that cursed bus.

In the side-view mirror I saw the old hag of a woman glaring at me. Her face seemed fuzzy like there was some sort of fog between us.

I looked closer to see if my vision was playing tricks on me but suddenly her face grew green and scaly. Her usual yellow crooked teeth grew as long as fangs and razor sharp. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst was her hair. A hundred squirming snakes all shapes and sizes.

I had never been a real fan of snakes so that threw me right off balance, literally.

Suddenly my feet got tangled together and I flew through the air. Skidding on my hands and knees for a few feet.

My palms and knees got warm and sticky, they shot with pain and I resisted a glance at the damage. Through a teary vision I saw as the snake bus driver gave me a triumphant gaze with her reptilian eyes and drove off at speeds that should be illegal.

I stay sitting like a stubborn child on that rocky sidewalk for at least five minutes until the pain started to subside.

Slowly I stood up and received another shot of pain in my hands and knees. Just 10 more blocks and I would arrive at school.

Those ten blocks were agony. Every single step sent a burning pain in my knees and I had to use my hands on the fences along the sides to keep from falling over, increasing my pain.

I arrived at the school 15 minutes late; that was sooo not going to go well with my English teacher Mr. Forte. He was built like a monster truck and was just as mean. His greasy, slicked back chair and his crooked grin added to the effect.

Just my luck, Mr. Forte was standing right in front of the entrance, like he was waiting for me.

"Ms. Farrow, did you have any knowledge that you're class was on a field trip this morning to a local landfill. You're missing half of an hour of good educational brain cells! This will not do, you will have to come with me." He stormed over and spat in my face. I was sure that he was going to take me to the principals office but we were headed to the parking lot.

Alongside of the road, a woman was walking her poodle. The strange fog had settled around her dog also, but in a much bigger form. Again I squinted my eyes to peer through it and I saw a 5 foot tall Doberman will a maw as big as my head. He didn't notice me with those blood-shot eyes of his but just the look of him made me flinch away. Mr. Forte noticed this and gave me a puzzled look, but kept his mouth shut.

We scrunched into his Chevy and (which was much to small for him) I suppressed a laugh as he had to duck down to keep his head under the roof. He drove down the road in silence for five minutes. I had asked for a Band-Aid for my cuts and gashes but Mr. Forte just gave a grunt and kept his eyes on the road.

"He will be happy I've kept you alive for so long, of he will reward me!" I heard Mr. Forte squeal like a little child about to retrieve a lollypop.

Soon enough we were driving on a highway (I was still assuming he was driving me to the landfill) and the fog started to settled around the car, it swarmed around Mr. Forte's head but he looked no different.

Well… except for the huge eye in the middle of his forehead.