If there was one thing that Sharon hated, it was people who changed their plans on the very last minute. She was supposed to meet her best friend in front of the school, but just when she wanted to open the door to go outside, the young girl called her to tell her she was in the cafeteria. Rushing through the other side of the school, Sharon silently cursed the teacher that kept her friend from leaving the school. That was another thing that she hated, assignments that you had to make in group in a very limited amount of time. It was probably also the reason she had failed most of her classes last year and she was still in college at the age of 21, she had no friends to work with. Well, she had Charlotte, but Charlotte was in her first year of Art History while Sharon was in her last year of Fashion so that was no option.
She tried to avoid the students in the hallway while the rushed through it, but when she looked back to see what idiot had nearly made her trip over his bag, she ran into another student. The floor was filled with the papers the girl had been carrying and her green eyes seemed shocked.
'I'm sorry.' Sharon muttered and wanted to run further, but the girl's voice stopped her.
'It's okay, but could you help me collect my papers?'
She eyed the girl for a second, and it was only when she noticed that she wasn't even looking at her that Sharon's eyes fell on the dark Labrador. It was wearing a vest to tell people they weren't allowed to pet or feed him and Sharon finally understood what was going on.
'You're blind...'
'Yeah, I know.' The girl answered impatient. 'Could you get me my papers?'
Slowly she ducked to collect the sheets of which she now noticed were filled with little dots. While the girl was still staring at the hallway that was slowly getting empty, the dog followed her movements with his warm brown eyes.
'I wasn't paying attention to where I was running, I'm really sorry.' She apologized again as she handed the girl her papers.
'Yeah, yeah, I get it.'
'Eh, could I walk you to class?' Sharon offered, deciding Charlotte could wait a few minutes.
'No, I can do that myself, I don't need your help for that.'
The girl's voice sounded cold as she stepped aside and firmly hold the bar around her guide dog's body as she walked off. Sharon stared at her until she walked around the corner and then followed her way to the cafeteria, a shiver crawling up her spine as she thought back of the cold green eyes staring into emptiness.
The cafeteria was crowded, but Sharon had no problems finding the 18 year old redhead. She took off her leather jacket and pecked her cheek before sitting next to her.
'I'm sorry it took me so long. I just walked bumped in on a blind girl...'
'Oh, you mean Tarja!' Charlotte smile as Sharon rose her eyebrow.
'You know her? I've never seen her here...'
'I bet she wasn't seen you either.' The redhead joked before taking a sip of her coke. 'She's been a student here for the last six months, she is one of those very talented piano players and you would have seen her if you went to all of your classes and not just the ones you feel like going to.'
'I already had all of them.' Sharon mumbled.
'Yeah, and you failed them.'
'You're not my mother. Look, are you going to eat those fries or can I have them?'
With a sigh Charlotte shove her plate aside and in no time her older friend finished it with great enthusiasm.
'Tuomas, I'm home!'
Tarja's voiced echoed through the apartment as she closed the door behind her and dropped her bag on its regular place next to the door. She heard heavy footsteps coming from the kitchen and passing her as they continued their way to the peg.
'Hey! I'm sorry I don't have much time. How was school?'
'The usual.' The girl answered as she took the armor off of her dog, letting him know his job was done.
'Great! There's pasta in the microwave, I'll be home around 10, Marco has an extra job for me.'
The "Thank you" she shouted went lost as the young men closed the door behind his back and Tarja made her way to the kitchen. She filled the dog's bowl with water and leaned against the cooking island as she listened to his drinking sounds. As she waited for her food to be ready, her mind wandered back to the girl that had run in to her at school. It wasn't the first time it happened since most of the time she had no idea of where she was going and as usual they would apologize as if their lives depended on it. But there was something about this girl that kept spooking through her mind. Was it the fact that she had sounded so naïve? The little trembling in her voice? Maybe the little crack in it when Tarja turned down her offer? Her mind got so wrapped up in the mystery that the beeping of the microwave got lost in the silence of the apartment.
