I come into the room and take a seat. I don't know what class I am in or what I am supposed to do. I look down at the paper in front of me but don't know what it is.
I hear the voice of a teacher but it is muffled.
Once more I look at the paper and put it in a yellow manila envelope. I then hear a buzz and I know class is over. Holding the envelope to my chest, I walk out with my head hanging low and staring down.
Students are milling around in the hallway as I begin to turn around a corner. It is at this time that I realize I am on the second floor of the building. The lockers lining against the wall are not typical but, rather, odd looking. They don't have combinations or use a lock leaving me wondering how to open them.
As I turn another corner, I am still looking for my locker. "This is ridiculous." I think to myself. Not wanting to look stupid, I turn to my right to face a guy to help me and the first thing that I notice are his eyes. I am, immediately, captivated by the look in his gaze and find myself speechless.
The effect is instantaneous. The familiarity calming. The sense of safety is a natural feeling. As I look into those blue eyes that look back at me with recognition I realize then that I recognize you.
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Thru Libby's Eyes
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