The Eye

The Eye

by Kayla Hernandez

She sits in her room lonely in the dark in complete silence, who is she? Long brown hair with split ends and that one lonely braid on the left side of her face while she bites her nails that haven’t been cleaned for ages. She stares at the ceiling while laying in her queen size bed with the blankets all messy and everywhere. Clothes thrown around and tiny crumbs of crackers scattered around her carpet floor. What is she thinking? Maybe she’s thinking about her purpose in life or why she isn’t able to communicate with others like a normal person. There’s no sign of Barbies or toy trains so I don’t think she has any siblings, I don’t see any pee or poop on the floor so there’s no sign of any pets. Why is she staring at the ceiling, can’t she just read a book off the large bookshelf she has? She seems creepy and out of this planet, maybe she doesn’t have any friends. Is that what you were thinking?

See, my name is Abigail Lee Warren and I’m 15 years old in a 7th grade class. Many people call me weird or they say my nickname is “Alien”. While you may believe that is my actual nickname, it really isn’t. My nickname is Abby and I’m a shy, four-foot-eleven dork, who gets rejected by the boys and just people in general. The principal in my school doesn’t even know I exist, let’s just say I am not very much of a troublemaker. Well, now that you’ve observed me for so long, what do you think of me? Can we be friends or am I just too weird? Well either way I’m fine with any choice you pick, it’s not like this is the first time I’ve been pushed away.

Actually I’ve decided to give us another chance of friendship so I’m going to take you with me to school for a day in the life of Abigail. When I get to school I always walk in the first entrance on the left side of the building even though there’s more than 6 entrances. That’s my favorite entrance because no one walks all around the building to get in which makes it special. I won’t get stared at early in the morning and called weird, which is like a miracle because I’m literally always being talked about. Did I tell you that some of my classmates thought I killed someone and the rumor spread faster than COVID which is ridiculous.

Anyways back to what I was saying, every morning I tend to go straight into the restroom before walking into my first period class just to make sure I look okay and smell okay. I’m not much of a person who cares about others’ opinions of me but sometimes I just want to be normal, you know. This tall blonde chick with super long nails and the shortest skirt I’ve ever seen, always comes in the bathroom at the same time as me. To be honest she’s like my little tail that follows me everywhere but it isn’t in a cute way as you may be thinking. It’s to gather information about me and twist the story in order to make me look even more weird. I sometimes think like “Girl, don’t you have a life?” but I forget that she was born into being a mouth breather.

What is a “mouth breather,” you say? Well I came up with my own definition, a mouth breather is someone who’s obsessed with you and constantly does things to make your life a living hell. They would swim through an ocean just to reach you, which seems pretty desperate, don’t you think? I sometimes think, “Maybe she doesn’t have family who honestly care for her and that’s why she constantly seeks for attention.”

Okay okay, enough about her and back to my morning, so after I get out of the bathroom I walk into chemistry and sit all the way in the back in a little corner I have claimed mine. I just sit and watch while kids in my class act like fools who haven’t been taught manners. This short and chubby boy whose hair is longer than a Monday always decides to sneak up on girls and lift their skirts up which I think is disrespectful but most girls let it slide. I think if I were in that situation I would go absolutely crazy and reach for any object around me to hit him with. That kind of behavior is unacceptable in my book.

I always write down the things I’ve seen people do, I have no idea why, but I always thought one day it might come in handy and today is the day. Walking to my second period class, I come across a small black book with encrypted words on the cover but I don’t pick it up just in case it was set up by Mouth Breather in order to call me a thief. I continue walking to my second period class and as I sit there for 30 minutes, watching my teacher’s mouth ramble on and on, I can’t stop thinking about the book. I have no idea why but it’s like it cast a spell on me, making me want to go back for the book because my curiosity is destroying me. I raise my hand quickly and ask for the restroom pass but my teacher says to wait ‘til she finishes teaching the lesson and so as the smart ass I am I begin to calculate in my head how long it will

take her to finish the lesson. I quietly stand up and walk towards her saying, “I really have to go,” then I walk out quickly without hesitation.

I run to grab the book and disappear into the bathroom, I read every page until the bell rings for my next class. As I walk out of the restroom, Mouth Breather stares at me with such rage, she snatches the book out of my hand and throws it onto the floor, stomping then spitting on it. I am shocked, completely shocked at what I just witnessed. I never thought she would go this far as to disrespecting boundaries. At the moment I want to punch her soul out but I see the principal coming our way and I don’t want detention. Mouth Breather picks the book up and hands it over, politely saying, “here, I think this is yours.” In my head I think wow she’s super unpredictable or she just wants to look like the good guy. She winks and walks off like nothing happened so I go with the flow, walking off as well. My stomach begins to feel sick and I accidentally vomit all over the only nice kid in class. Oops I wonder will he ever forgive me for the embarrassment I caused him. The nurse calls my parents 20 minutes later. I get picked up and rushed home. I check my bag because I can’t remember if I picked it up from the table. Gasp, the book disappeared and that was the last time it was seen ever.