A boy walked down the hallway, his white eyes staring blankly ahead. His pupils were a pale grey. He was blind.
A shoulder bumped into his. "Hey watch it, dork. Oh wait, you can't!" A jock laughed. Some of his friends laughed along, and they walked away. The boy walked to his class, his head down and his silvery hair blocking his eyes from being seen. He turned, sensing his classroom.
He felt eyes stare into him as he sat down. Snickers clattered behind him. The teacher walked in as the bell rang.
"Alright, class. Today, we will be learning how to divide fractions." The teacher announced.
"Awww but Mrs. Merlin!"
"Fractions are hard anyhow!"
"Dang it! I barely understood multiplying fractions!"
Whines erupted from the class. The boy stayed silent. He understood them perfectly.
"Jay, are you paying attention?" Mrs. Merlin asked. The boy looked up. "Yes, Ma'am..." He replied.
"Then you wouldn't mind coming up to the board and tell the class what we are learning today?"
Great. Jay thought as he walked up to the board. He faced his classmates, feeling their gazes burn into him. "Can I write it on the board, ma'am?" He asked.
"Sure."
Jay grabbed the pen to the board. Even though he couldn't see the letters, he wrote perfectly. He heard a dull roar come from the class behind him as he finished. He walked back to his desk and sat down.
The teachers couldn't explain it, but Jay acted as if he could see. He could read, write, anything a normal person could do. Reading was a little more difficult, but he could do it. He would run his fingers across the page, feeling the patterns of the ink, lead, chalk, etc.
A balled up wad of paper hit the back of his head. He sat in the middle, so he uncrumpled it and ran his fingers across it. It said: PASS TO TINA, then had some other stuff beneath it. Jay folded the paper nicely, and handed it to the girl in front of him. She read it and giggled.
"Jay, Tina! Passing notes?" Mrs. Merlin snapped.
"No ma'am..." Jay said when she came up to his desk. Tina didn't say anything. Again, Jay heard snickering behind him. The jocks were laughing at him, as always. He silently opened his notebook and titled the page, ready to take notes. Mrs. Merlin eventually left his desk and started to teach.
After the bell rang, Jay left the classroom and walked to his locker, his math book under his arm. He opened it and put in his math book, taking out his english book. He closed his locker to find someone staring at him from where the door blocked.
"Hey." It was a girl. She sounded punk-like.
"Hi." Jay replied in a dull tone. He wasn't the most social person.
"What's your name, silver-head?" The girl asked, ruffling his hair. After she took her hand off, he lightly shook his head, fixing his hair.
"Jay."
"Cool. The name's Jewelia, but my friends call me Jewel. Nice to meet ya, Jay. Ya see, I'm new at this school." The girl told him. "Oh sweet, we have the same class together. Come on, I'll walk ya there." She said, noticing his book and grabbing his arm. With a tug, she half-walked-half-dragged him down the hallway.
When they arrived at the classroom, the teacher (Mr. Greyford) announced Jewel's newness and assigned her a seat. Right smack dab next to Jay's seat.
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