I never quite considered myself lucky at any circumstance at all. The way I walked, talked anddressed is as normal as any person would do, so what makes me special then?
"Your lips." the dean said as I sat at the chair in his office.
Instinctively, my fingers reached to touch my lips.
I was in a small room. A table was positioned at the middle, behind it was a shelf that had picture frames and trophies sitting on it. The dean was sitting right in front of me and he was looking at me through his thick eyeglasses.
"My lips?"
He stood up and his height became obvious. He appeared to be as tall as where my shoulders are when I'm standing. He pushed his glasses back up before continuing.
"Yes, Mr. Williams, your lips are the reason you are one of us," he said with arms crossed to his chest and he leaned close to me. "your lips are charmed."
Charmed?
"It seems that you are not yet acquainted with the charms I am speaking of. Are you not?" He tilted his head and squinted his eyes.
I swallowed.
"No-I am not"
"Ah! Then let my charm educate you."
Just then, he removed his eyeglasses and revealed two odd shaped eyeballs with irises that had a tint of the lightest brown. It was pretty much the most normal eyes there is. What is he trying to show me? What is so special with his...his...his Gorgeous eyes?
Like magic, his eyes changed and yet at the same time it didn't. It was still the same pair of eyes I first laid my eyes on but, somehow, something seemed different.
How?
Hormones inside of me was rampaging. A new feeling was grasping for escape. It was like... Like... I was sexually attracted to him.
I shivered.
"Royce." he said. But my gaze was so focused on his eyes and nothing else mattered.
He put on his glasses back and everything went back to the way it was. Instantly. The feeling was gone. No more attraction.
"My eyes are charmed as you could see."
I hungered to see his eyes again. The beauty of the world was amplified by it. Like everything was beautiful and calm and problems felt like myths.
"Soon, you could do it too."
I shook my head.
To be honest, his eyes weren't that beautiful, it looked normal even a little boring than the normal and yet it enticed me.
"Our charms are concrete proofs that there is beauty in places we doubt there is." he inched his way back to his seat.
"Beauty in places we doubt there is." I thought.
"Proceed to your first class." I stood up and started my way out.
"And Royce," I stopped just as I reached the knob. "Enjoy." I smiled then nodded.
I checked my schedule. My first subject was "Aura Control"? What the heck is this school teaching students? And the next was "Hormonal Instability". I eventually gave up trying to understand the complex ways of living in this very very very prestigious University. The Luck University for Control, Kentucky. And if you make it into an acronym, it would just spell as "L.U.C.K". Luckily, they also had a high-school division and that's where I landed. It is said to be the most pristine of all pristine and yet no one have ever heard of this school. They said, only people like me could go here. But what exactly am I then?
A Charm?
I entered the classroom which was just down the aisle. It had some sweet aroma that I immediately smelt when I opened the door. The room was just a "normal" looking classroom. It's walls was white-washed. Every angle looked simple and boring to be honest.
The students or my classmates showed a look of interest the moment I entered. I liked the attention, unlike other schools where you enter and no one really cared at all. This was different. They were sitting on desks and the teacher stopped what she was doing which was writing on the blackboard and brought her attention to me.
"Why, hello there." the teacher greeted me. Her hands were now behind her back as she tried to study me.
I felt a little nervous, too much attention.
"Good Morning, Ma'am." I said in return.
"Will you please tell us your name, age and of course, your charm."
I stood at the center beside the teacher. She held me at my back.
I cleared my throat.
"My name is Royce Williams, sixteen and my charm is-is-" my voice drifted away.
"Well, what is it?" a student yelled out from behind.
"My...lips."
