The way i see things...

I'm blind, that's right i can't see a thing. Iv'e never been able to,i was born blind and will stay blind for the rest of my life (well that's what the doctors say anyway) when i was little i obviously didn't really understand why i was different but now it affects me soo much i can't even express it.

One of the things i really hate about being blind is that everyone treats you so different to everyone else,what i mean is when they give you sympathy, it's pathetic. Like every christmas just because i'm blind i'm the one who get's to sit at the head of the table when we have our family gathering. When we give out the presents, i'm the first one to open mine because they have to describe what it is to me or when we go on long journeys everyone else has to check that i'm comfy and ok before they can complain because if a blind person is fine then you should be too.

 All my life ive been stared at, how do i know, i can't see? well i'll tell you how,the world seems to go quiet as soon as they see me or i walk past them. You can just feel their eyes stabbing into me, watching what this weird creature is doing and before you start with the whole speech of 'their just trying to look after you, don't take it to heart' iv'e heard it a million times. I'm not saying it's wrong and i thank them for it but being blind and been treated differently for EVERYTHING else in your life can be really annoying. Trust me.

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I could feel the warmth of the sun on my back making me smile with joy. It was one of those very rare days in London where you could actually feel the sun warming up your body, you could hear the birds singing their hearts out and you could feel the fresh green grass shooting out of the soil. It was gorgeous!

I was lieing on the grass in my back garden trying to get every little bit of tan that i could, i was always been told that i was very pale and that i would look very pretty if i was a little browner. I don't really care becuase i can't see myself but if that's what people think then....

"Hey,do you want some more lemonade?" i asked.

"Sure, i'd love some" answered claire. I turned to my left picked up the jug full of freshly squeezed lemonade and poured some into both of our glasses.  See that's why i love claire, and that's why she's my bff, any other person right now would have been like ' oh no don't hassle yourself,i 'll pour it!' But claire has never treated me different just because i can't see, it's always been two normal tennage girls there for eachother .

I remember the first time we met,i was at this local community club thing and i was just sitting there listening to everyone else talking and eating from the buffet. No one really ever talked to me, just incase they accidently said something like 'did you see that programme last night' so i always looked like a loner, anyway, i stood up because my leg had fell asleep and i had that tingling feeling going through it when someone knocked into me really hard. I get that alot so i didn't really take any notice even though my shoulder had started to sting but the person who had bumped into me started yelling in my ear

" can you watch where your going?"

i answered straight away, "no i can't, i'm blind". The person had seemed to go really stiff and i could feel them just standing there. That's happened to me before, a person hasn't realised i'm blind and then when they do,their like, "oh, i'm so sorry, soo,so, sorry,i didn't mean to, really!" But this particular person just stood there and i was starting to get freaked out. I think her friends had to becuase one said 

" Are you ok claire, hello?,we have to go, we're getting late for the beyonce concert" you coukd tell from her voice that she was really excited an she had been waiting for this day for a long time and she wasn't going to let anything get into her way. i had now realised that the person who had bumped into me was called claire.