Chapter 2
Two weeks in. I was being home schooled by a 27-year-old blind woman. She was nice and funny, but had no idea who I was. She couldn't watch movies, the news, or movie award shows(it's a shame she couldn't see me in my Louis Vuitton Colbalt Blue Dress with a bow detail-like Reese Witherspoon's 2013 Oscar dress) and only listened to classical music, so there was no way she had ever heard my voice. She didn't know me, and I was OK with that. At least she wouldn't judge me from what she read in tabloids. At least I think they don't make braille tabloids. I could be wrong. I have been many times. So I had daily school lessons and homework. There was TV, but I spent most of my time reading, song writing, and doing plays at the local theater. The theater wasn't huge but it wasn't tiny. It was just the right size. I didn't go back to life as usual, and the story doesn't end here.
