Eyes

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A/N: hello frens its me im writing this new story bc i feel like avoiding life so yeah hope you likey btw no its not shane dawson this isnt supposed to be a fanfic i just like the name Shane

I woke up to sound of my parents yelling, like every morning. I open my eyes and sit up, stretching out my back. Another school day, sooo excited, I thought. I dragged my legs over the side of the bed and walked to my desk. I opened the oak drawer, the only drawer I had in my miniature room, and pulled out a black t-shirt and some black jeans. I slipped the clothes on and checked my hair in the tiny mirror. As I saw it was curly as usual, and held in a small tear as I studied my grey irises. I decided to push the thought away and clean my groggy hungover face.

I finished washing my face and I grabbed my bag to walk downstairs. I am really sick of my parents always fighting over who is the better one, and then asking me who I enjoy more. I never answer, because I never see either of them. They are always working at the hospital and the APC; Architectural Projects Centre. Their shifts overlap, day and night. The only time I see them is when they come home to get their bags, only to run off again. And they expect me to choose?!?! Who the hell do they think they are? They don't even like me, i'm just the problem child. I walk through the kitchen to see an old newspaper on the table, and I glance at it and choke. It's the article that was published 12 years ago, the article about my unknown eye colour condition. It contained a picture of me, grey eyes and a frown on my face. I was only six at the time, having an entire community of newspapers raving to humiliate me. I thought it was cool, that I was famous and popular. All I was to anyone was a freak.

"He loves me Harold, and you work to much! He never sees you, he loves me more! Right shane? You love your mother don't you?!" screeched my mom.

"Cheryl, he never sees you either! You work too much! He loves me! Shane you love me! Who do you love more Shane?!?!" yelled my dad. 

Are they actually serious right now? I can't do this anymore. I just walked away and to the door, still hearing them screaming, finally ending with a synchronized 'Fine!' and the screeching of two cars burning rubber down the streets.

I kept my head down and earphones in, blasting 'Holding On To You' by Twenty One Pilots while I walked to school. I arrived at Middle Mountain High (MMH), and made no eye contact or physical acknowledgement with anyone, as usual. I arrived at my locker, stuffed my bag inside to sense a presence behind me. Oh crap.  

 A/N: hope you liked it i will try to update every so often; every other day or every week or so bc summer is here and my lifes filled with tears byee ,, also the cast members arent celebs they are just the characters