First and foremost, we did not go out and do family fun stuff. No, we got a call from Stephen, the social servicey guy.
He promised me a phone. I was still mad about not getting one. Cry and Stephen the liar talked for a bit and I could feel that thing at the back of your neck that you get when you know someone's staring at you like really hard.
"She has to go where?" Wait, what. The feeling grew strong. Like he was staring like really really hard.
Did I have to leave? I didn't want to leave. Why did I have to go I finally liked it here, I finally knew where everything was. Everything was good.
"Why? Can't I do that?"
"What is it?" I said, uncertainly.
Cry made an impatient noise and I bit my lip to keep from hounding him while he was still on the phone.
"Yeah, there's one a few blocks away from here." I strained my ears so I could try to hear the other side of the conversation. Nothing. Oh yeah, I definitely had super hearing. I scowled. What the hell were they talking about?
Were they going to send me away? To a foster home? To an insane asylum? Dude oh my god. I started panicking. I heard Cry walk back slowly, taking his sweet ass time and after what seemed like forever, I finally heard him say bye to the social service liar and hang up.
"Cry, you better tell me what the hell is going on.."
"Uhm." He seemed uncomfortable.. Like he didn't quite know how to say what he wanted to say. I walked over to where his voice was coming from." So Stephen called and... He thinks that since you're all good with.. Uh, getting used to my place and integrating well with me that you should be like other kids.."
"Other kids? I am like other kids, like minus the blind thing but it's not like I have wings or an blue skin or anything..."
"No, he didn't mean physically, he meant like going to...school."
I frowned.
"Fuck no."
"You're a minor and it's illegal not to go to school. I don't think you have a choice."
"Home school me."
He laughed at the thought. " Tell me seriously that we would get anything done and maybe I'll say okay to that."
I have to say that I honestly tried to but I couldn't say it without at least a bit of a smile.
"Alright, I get your point."
"Look, I'll find a good school, that can help you out. "
" I don't want to go to school, Cry."
"You have to."
"Why don't you have to?"
"I'm in my late twenties, I've already done middle school."
I sighed. Why did I have to go to school at all? It's not like it was used for anything like super important. I didn't pay attention in school before, it's not like I was going to now that I was blind. Hell, it gave me a reason to pay even less attention. Can't note what's on the board when you can't see it. Or see where you're writing. Or walk around by yourself.
"This is like torture for blind kids. Do you wanna torture me, Cry?"
"School is torture for every kid, just quickly get it over with and you'll be fine" He gently put his hand at the small of my back and lead me.
I gently touched the surface that he put me next to and started slightly when my hand sunk in a little. The couch. He lead me to the couch. I put my hands at the edge of it and sat down. I felt the couch sink slightly as he sat next to me.
