To know me is to love me.
Dec. 15th, 2012 10:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cloudtraderThere is a little girl. She's in third grade. She has one blue eye and one hazel-green eye. When she met me, she thought it was pretty cool that I have two different colored eyes, too.
After school yesterday, on a day that another student also noticed my eyes, I turned on the radio and sat in my car gasping in horror. I never go into the teacher's lounge for lunch, so I didn't know.
All I can think about is the little girl with the two different colored eyes. I know she's okay. I know it wasn't her. But it could have been, and it makes me so angry and so scared.
After school yesterday, on a day that another student also noticed my eyes, I turned on the radio and sat in my car gasping in horror. I never go into the teacher's lounge for lunch, so I didn't know.
All I can think about is the little girl with the two different colored eyes. I know she's okay. I know it wasn't her. But it could have been, and it makes me so angry and so scared.