Those Staring Eyes

From my first day at school to the day I talked to her, she used to stare at me from the back of the class. She was with pretty face with somewhat blackish circle around her eyes. She used to stare at me continuously till I left the class. I used to feel something odd on those staring eyes. I used to feel difficult to write on black-board, when I used to notice her staring on me. I used to check my each and every activities, whether I was doing wrong.
Those eyes troubled me for long. I couldn't threat her and ask to stop doing it, for her eyes were innocent on look. But they troubled me too much.
Those eyes were like any intoxication. I used to hang up on them for long. They were just imprinted on my mind. They were big and watery with some deep feelings inside. I tried a lot to grasp those feeling but I never could spell a word in front of her.
Slowly, I tried to talk to her through her friends. I tried to become familiar with the students of her class. After my long trial, I succeeded in it.
I started talking with her too. She was not as quiet as her eyes were. She spoke a lot and sometimes she disturbed the whole class. As I had to maintain silence in the class, so she put me under great stress sometime.
I would tell her that she should change her attitude if she wanted to do something and to be someone in her future. But she wouldn't give damn to my words. She would just say that she didn't need appreciation from others. She just liked to live for herself only. She told that she would rather want to be hated by others.
Once I was very angry with her such attitude. She hadn't learned the lesson I gave to her as home assignment. Like always, she was making noise in the class. When I said her to keep quite she started joking with me. She would start singing all of a sudden or just giggle. I was somewhat disturbed. I rushed to her. I threatened her and blamed her parents to be responsible for her attitude. I asked her if she did same in her home.
"YES! I just don't like anyone after the demise of my mama. I too don't obey to anyone." she shouted out loud.
She began to cry with her head down. I remember her eyes drowned in tears and red with anger when she last spoke to me. I came to know that she was ill-treated in her home by step-mother. Her father took no care of her. She was one among the victims of broken homes. She had turned self-destructive as no one in her home cared for her. She thought that her feelings or even her existence meant nothing.
I was sorry for my mistreatment to those staring eyes; for they were innocent. They deserved smile and not tears. They deserved a beautiful dream and not a desire to destroy her-self.  Now, I miss them as they do not stare at me anymore. They always bow down in my presence. They have lost the playfulness they had before.