Reflexion

Rumours

Many people seem intrigued by me. I don't understand why though. I've got normal brown hair that flows down my back, I've got a pair of normal brown eyes and I'm pretty sure that I wear normal clothes too. There's not much to see in my opinion. I personally don't care that much about my appearance but I'm assuming everyone else does.

I mean what else could interest them about me? It's not like they know anything about me; I haven't said a word to anyone. Yet I was overwhelmed with an abundant amount of glares the minute I first walked into McLynnton College.

Other than the fact it was my first year here, why did I stick out of the bunch so much? Even the other new kids were curious about me.

I wouldn't have contemplated so much about the stares if I hadn't felt so attacked by them. The glares pierced at me and even succeeded in making me feel guilty. But for what?

I had no choice but to brush them off because I didn't move out to New York from LA so that I could let myself get distracted by the people here. I came here to be a criminology major and that's exactly what I'll do.

After personalizing my dorm and managing my schedule, I was ready for my first official day of class. One thing did throw me off a little though; I wasn't assigned a roommate. Maybe she was coming later this year. How am I supposed to know though? I wasn't going to sit around all day and assume I knew everything about her life. Yet everyone at this school had no problem assigning me a life and purpose. Who are they to know?

Anyways, I entered the classroom and was immediately greeted with frosted stares and whispers. I had quickly learned to numb myself to them so I simply took a seat as if nothing was wrong; as if I was innocent and not guilty of whatever they were making me feel bad for. I then took out my books and payed no attention to anyone until the bell rang.

That's when the teacher decided to quickly introduce himself and then proceed to making us do the same. He started with the first row of tables. Each person would stand up, say their name and one random fact about themselves.

I blankly watched every individual have their turn as I thought hard about what I was going to say about myself. Clearly, this was going to be crucial since everyone seemed to already have a set idea of me.

Shortly, I watched the person beside me take a seat, meaning it was my turn to stand up and introduce myself.

"Ok, Naya, it's your turn." the teacher said to me while oddly avoiding eye contact with me.

Naya? Why would he assume my name is Naya? I was so confused, yet nobody else seemed to be.

"My name is not Naya." I said with mercy.

I felt as if I needed to run as far away as I could from this name I was given. I didn't want to be associated with any identities labeled to me by this school.

"What do you mean? You're not Naya Crewshaw?" he said as he looked through the list of names in his class, probably using it as another excuse not to look at me.

"No, my name is Maddy Bismond." I pleaded.

I looked around at the class, who acted as if my name was some sort of revelation. I was so confused because I had never given anyone any reason to assume otherwise about me or my name.

At that point, everything was really starting to enrage me. One thing people should know about me is that my brain has no trouble turning confusing into rage. I couldn't control my feelings any longer.

"Why does everyone assume they know everything about me?! Who are you all to tell me who I am?!" I exploded.

I looked around at the class, who seemed frightened. Nobody answered me; not even the teacher. I glared at him for a reply so he decided to open up something on his computer. Everyone looked at each other as if they knew what he was looking up.

Some kid then turned off the lights so that the class could see what the teacher was projecting onto the smart board. I watched him as he typed in "Naya Crewshaw".

I looked around at the class, who was staring me down again. Although, this time they seemed eager. They wanted to be the first ones to see my reaction to whatever was coming my way.

When I finally turned back around to the big screen, I was blown away by what I was looking at. I simply couldn't believe my eyes. What I was staring at was something so familiar yet unknown to me.

My brain couldn't handle this kind of confusion. I couldn't believe what I was staring at: I simply refused to believe it.

That's when I finally decided to storm out of the class as water was starting to pool my eyes. What I had just laid my eyes upon changes everything.

On the screen, I saw a mugshot. The girl in the orange jumper stared at me with a dead look in her barely brown eyes. The girl seemed so familiar to me because when I looked at her, it was just like looking into my own reflexion.