"Staring into the mirror, something I do often. Looking straight into my eyes, I watch them. As if something going to happen. But they're eye's all the can do is see. My dark hair falls right around my shoulders, I look averaged. That is until it comes to my eyes. They are a dark but bright green. Nothing different really, excerpt the gold within the green. The gold looks as if its growing from my pupil. I gaze at the gold, as if maybe, some how it will vanish. But the golden lines seem as if they're froze into place" - Golden Eyes by KayCee K. (c)