Red Blood Legacy

Those Hazel Eyes

We went to get our uniform in our locker. I left some of my things inside and left them to get change in a woman's comfort room. It was a white short sleeves polo with a gray vest and plaid mini skirt. I am not used to this. It's too short. Feels like only mean girls would want to wear this.

I stared at the reflection of myself in the mirror. Something about this school gives me that feeling. A feeling I can't tell. I am not scared. I'm just fidgety for some reason.

"Are you done?" I blinked when I heard Ivan's voice outside.

"Y-Yes."

I went out. His eyes moved down from my shoes up to my eyes. My forehead creased and I looked away. My gaze then fell on Amos. He was looking at us with hawk eyes. I cleared my throat and he looked away.

"It suits you," Ivan commented.

I nodded. "Thanks."

He laughed and put his arm around my head, teasing me. I glared at him and pushed him real hard.

"Loosen up, sis."

"By the way, you have two different classes. Ivan will take the regular and Miss Amber... You have to take two extra subjects."

I nodded. I am already aware of this because I've been doing this for years now.

"Take her to her classes. I will look for mine," Ivan said.

I sighed. I wanted to look on my own, but I think I needed the assistance because I don't really feel good here. Maybe tomorrow or later.

Amos agreed with what my brother had just said. He then walked away, so I followed. Amos was blabbering about the rooms and offices that we were passing by, but my mind was nowhere to be found. The campus is huge, I must say. It looks pretty normal, but from my point of view, I don't think it is. Although, I wanted to stop thinking weird things again. This is when my fake parents tried to get me off so many schools.

"If you need anything, do not hesitate to look for me. I am everyone's friend here," Amos said when he stopped.

I stopped too. I looked at the door in front of us and figured that this was going to be my room for the whole year. I looked around and realized that I hadn't been paying attention to the pathway. All I did was think about that unnecessary woosh that happened earlier.

"Amber?" Amos called. I blinked.

"Yeah," I answered unwillingly and opened the door.

The room was beyond quiet. The people inside look so prim and quiet, but I hear whispers and laughs. Which I have no idea where it is all coming from.

There were only two available seats that I saw. One was on the back, in the middle of two mean-looking girls. And the other one was beside the girl who was sitting near the window. I sighed and walked towards the latter. I will survive here more than sitting in the middle between two girls that looks so uncomfortable.

I sat next to that one girl who only looked at me once and stayed quiet the whole time. I shrugged and liked it better this way. At least I will have peace. It's been thirty minutes but nothing has changed. No teacher came to our room to teach. I took my earphones off my bag and played rock music I could only hear. I looked outside through the window. I don't know where this window will lead me, but all I see is a tree. Lots of green trees. Perhaps the garden? I'm not sure.

After one hour, I guess. A woman who looked so terrible walked in. The girl next to me immediately sat down properly as if it was a must thing to do.

She roamed her eyes around and stopped when it bore into me.

"New?" she asked.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Miss," she said. "You call me Miss. One more Ma'am and I will kick you out of my class."

I almost whistled. So this is how it goes here.

The door opened and we all turned our heads to see who it was. A tall guy came in. His long hair falling off behind his head and his black sweater on.

"You are late, Francis."

The guy didn't bother to look at the teacher in front, though. Minding his own world, he walked straight to the empty chair in between two girls who immediately cling their arms over him. I almost vomited. Thanks Peter, I didn't sit there.

The teacher became strict. She mentioned that she doesn't like her students to be late, and so she will not tolerate what this Francis just did. I shook my head and just looked outside the window again.

And to my surprise, another black fast shadow ran passed our classroom. I almost stood up. The girl next to me eyed me with her brow shot up.

"Got anything to say, new one?" I looked at our teacher. She was talking to me. When I looked around, everyone was looking at me.

I cleared my throat and sat back down. I heard murmurs and laughs. I shook my head and looked back at the window when I noticed my seatmate was still looking at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Why are you so curious?" she asked.

I was caught off guard. What does she mean? Does she know something about them?"

"You were looking too, right? You saw it."

She shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about."

My eyes narrowed and my forehead creased. She knows something.

I took off my earphones and put it back to my bag behind me. I stopped when my eyes caught a cold pair of eyes. He was looking dagger at me. I equalled his stares. Why the hell is he looking?

His eyes were hazel nuts. Nothing special but the way he looks makes me want to fly and stand in front of him so I could... punch him. He then smirked. My brow shot up. Is he taunting?

"Stop," my seatmate whispered.

I immediately looked in front. "What?"

"Stop doing that to him."

"I'm not doing anything."

"Looking at his eyes," she said and looked at me. "Stop it. You might not like what it can do to you."