Once again, the bell rings, signifying the end of class. All of a sudden, the room becomes a blur of motion, people streaming to the door in noisy clumps. I decide to take a moment to watch such an intriguing, yet everyday sight.
I take a moment to observe this, then proceed to gather my books. After, I shoulder my bag and head towards the door; the flow of students has lessened. My next class will start soon.
Outside the doorway, I stop. There's a cold prickle at the back of my neck. Dislike. Some may not know it, but dislike radiates off a person like light shines from the sun. It's most likely by one of her followers. Very noticeable when you've been given so much practice, and definitely unwanted. Unfortunately for me, I've given them all at least a couple of reasons to dislike me.
Now though, I've learned to never pay attention to what they say anymore. I've heard it all… Robot.
Cheater.
The Perfect Soldier.
They say that I have no emotion. That what I may write is but a fictitious tale, a light-year's difference from my cold exterior. They don't know that whatever they may glimpse on that sheet, even for but a second or two, is actually closer to the truth than what they see on the outside. They never can understand.
It may have bothered me greatly at first, but I've learned; there's no point in irritating the wounds already there. It's better to take it—hide my hurts behind my mask, and lick my wounds away from the threats. Clenching my fists, I raise my shields, and walk away.
Still, I can hear their voices. Their mocking tones still reach my ears.
Turning down a nearby hallway, I decide to take the more deserted route to my classroom. No one takes this route because it's longer. I don't mind, though; I breathe easier knowing that I'm under practically no one's scrutiny for these few minutes.
Looking down the dimly lit hall, I sigh; it seems that everything means something in my life nowadays. These doors—all are on the right, except for one at the very end of the hall. They're all closed.
So many things have gone wrong in my life. Sure, I may be better off than others may… but mentally? I'm a thread away from reaching depression.
Coming out of my reverie, I suddenly notice that my footsteps have paused completely. A casual glance at my wristwatch, and my eyes widen slightly. Have I really been here for that long? I quickly pick my pace up again. If I hurry, I'll be able to reach class on time, and mother won't have a reason to scold me again.
Quickly rounding the corner, I realize that it's too late to stop; only after do I notice that there's someone there.
Thud.
Slightly disoriented, I take a moment to let out a small sigh of annoyance and resignation. Somehow, I'm able to bump into someone in the most deserted hallway in the school. Just my luck. Hopefully this isn't going to be something that I'll learn to regret even more.
I blink, and look up. My eyes widen. I'm gazing into bright amethyst eyes.
And at the back of my mind, I notice that the door at the end of the hallway has open.
Gives it away, doesn't it?