Blue Eyes

Lydia just can't stop herself from examining the world around her. She loves watching people get on with their ordinary lives... even if it does mean getting weird looks for this creepy behavior. Lydia hates herself for having such a "famous" staring reputation, yet one day, her staring leaves her discovering a pretty necklace left behind on a class mate's desk. Intrigued, she tries on the necklace and all her problems vanish... until even more problems start occur. **This is on hiatus until I finish my other movellas.**


6. School and Surprises

I need to return the necklace, was my first thought when I woke up the next morning. I lay in my bed, my sheets tangled, the cool metal resting against my skin. My heart pounded against my chest as I thought out what I was going to do.

I needed to leave home early and slip it on Miss Gibson’s desk before anyone noticed. And the sooner the better - I was sick of the unsettling feeling of holding someone else’s possession.

What if she called the police? What if they found out?

I’d be even more of an outcast.

A while later, I was relieved to arrive at school early with just enough time to slip the necklace back on her desk. Obviously Miss Gibson would ask about it later, but that wasn't too much of a concern since I was a surprisingly good actress when I wanted to be. And there was no chance she would ever find out who it was seeing as she taught over a hundred students a day.

The classroom door - which was conveniently unlocked - swung open. (Perhaps it was her own fault things went missing if she didn't even bother to lock up...)

I walked calmly towards her desk.

My hands moved back towards the clasp, and I gave an anxious glance back to the door, fingers fiddling at the metal.

But then my hands stopped.

They dropped back down to my sides, the necklace falling back down against my chest.

Because bizarrely, a part of me didn’t want to put it back.

I wanted it.

When Miss Gibson asked, looking very flustered and fidgety, whether anyone had seen Maddy’s necklace the next history lesson, I shook my head, along with the rest of the class. 

But my acting didn’t seem to be as impressive as usual - the necklace seemed to burn through my school shirt, and I began to nibble at my lip in worry. I also couldn't get rid of the uncomfortable reminder that Maddy hadn't come in today. And I wasn't the only person; Miss Gibson looked noticeably awkward when she glanced towards her desk several times in the lesson.

I had to give in and give it back.

But whenever my fingers moved slowly to the silver chain, they just seemed to freeze. It was if the necklace was giving off some sort of weird, repelling force. And to even move my hand towards it, I had to trick my mind into doing so - because a part of me still wanted to keep it.


What was wrong with me?


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