I See You

 Jessi Alexander 

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                                                             Prologue

 Joss Prescott is an outcast. He doesn't have any friends except his younger brother, Beau, but Joss doesn't count that. But Joss wants to fit in where who he is doesn't make him a target for ridicule. Thinking girls, an attitude, and a leather jacket is the stairway to popularity and fitting in he transfers to an new school in search of a new beginning. Trading in his argyle sweaters for a leather jacket turns out to be the best thing he's done in his life that is until an accident occurs resulting in Joss losing his sight indefinitely. Then there's Avery Morgan. A gorgeous, all-American sweetheart girl who goes to his school but thinks he's scum of the Earth but has a soft spot for Joss in his vulnerability.  Avery just happens to be a volunteer nurse who helps Joss back to health and starts bringing out his old self.

Is there love in what we can't see?

Can Avery change her view of the boy with a leather jacket and no sight?

I know this sucks but read it anyway.

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       I stirred in my bed, paleness burning into my eyelids. The dullness was such a standard thing I constantly saw everyday that I was starting to overlook the fact that I used to be able to see. A sensation of my absent sight kindled into my chest.

       Since I'd lost my sight,in that accident I could never seem to push out of my mind for more than a second, all my senses had gone into hyper drive. I could hear my mom's slippers shuffling on the hard wood floor outside my door before she pushed it open. ''You up, Jossie?''

      ''Yeah, mom. Could you help me up, please?'' I hated depending on my parents to help me with everything, especially heaving me out of the bed in the mornings. But I had to. The first night I'd come home after the accident I'd tried to get up myself and ended up busting my face on my bed-side table, that had been enough to make me cautious.

       I heard my mom flick on the light switch and I froze. All the blood in my body went to ice in my veins. The inside of my eyelids were pink. Bright pink. I opened my eyes gingerly like I'd done every morning for the past year and darkness isn't what greeted me.

      My poster-filled red ceiling fluttered into my blurry sight.  I made a choking noise in the back of my throat, my heart swelling. I wanted to cry from sheer joy. Leaping from the warmth of my bed, I rushed at my mom, scooping her small frame into my arms. ''Mom!''

      She stroked my dark hair that was identical to hers. ''How'd you get up by yourself, Jossie?''

      ''Mom, it's back! I can see you. Woah, you look old.'' She did. Her eyes seemed sunken in and faint wrinkles outlined her small face that hadn't been there a year ago.

      My mom pulled back enough to push my hair out of my eyes and stared dead into mine. Her sea green eyes disbelieving. ''Baby.'' She squeezed me into a tight embrace, I felt wetness on my shoulder. She was crying.

     ''Mom, don't cry. This is supposed to be good!''  I wiped the tears off her cheeks.

     She offered me a tearful smile. ''Happy tears, Joss.'' She gasped like a thought had just occurred to her. ''We have to tell your dad.''

     I tore out of my mom's arms and flew down the sairs to the kitchen where my dad could always be found making his culinary masterpieces. I grinned when I saw my dad cooking breakfast in his familiar blue flannel pajamas and Angry Bird slippers. ''Dad!''