Blind Love (GL)

2: A Boring Summer

I woke up with a feeling of gratitude. I said a silent prayer and made the sign of the cross, feeling blessed to see another day. The aroma of chicken wafted into my room, and I couldn't help but smile with excitement. As I made my way to the washroom, I couldn't resist the delicious smell and dashed toward the dining room.

"Good morning, Mommy." I gave my grandma a quick peck on her cheek, feeling grateful for her delicious cooking. Even though my grandma was aging, she still looked beautiful and was way cooler than me.

I saw my grandpa selecting his favorite parts of the chicken. "Good morning, Daddy," I said cheerfully.

"Good morning to you too. Call your sister so we can eat," he said, in his usual authoritative tone.

"Daddy and Mommy are calling you. Breakfast is ready!" I shouted at my sister, not caring whether she joined us or not. I couldn't wait to start my day with a sumptuous meal.

"She'll eat later," I told them, grabbing my favorite piece of chicken and relishing the flavor.

"Why did you wake up so early?" My mother asked while taking her place next to Grandma. "I don't know how you do it, staying inside this house all day. Don't you get bored?"

"Community service. I need it to graduate. Can you drive me?" I said with a smile. "Well, it's not that bad in here," I added.

"I'm sorry baby, but I can't. I'm really tired. Why don't you go out with your friends?" my mother suggested with a frown.

"I don't like going out. It's too hot. It's okay. I can bike," I replied, feeling content with my simple lifestyle.

I went to my room and played some RnB music while I prepared for the day ahead. I checked the time and realized I had a few hours before my community service. I set an alarm and decided to take a quick nap.

As soon as my alarm rang, I was startled, feeling like my heart skipped a beat. I was never a fan of alarms; they disrupted my mental peace.

I wrapped a towel around me and walked towards the bathroom. My playlist was on full volume, blasting Cyndi Lauper's "Girls Just Want to Have Fun." I hung my towel close to me and left my underwear on the sink.

I sang my heart out in the shower, shampooing my hair while singing the lyrics, "When the working day is done. Girls just want to ha-"

My sister's voice interrupted my singing, "Shut up, Sian! Someone's trying to sleep in here!" I giggled and apologized.

I got out of the shower and skipped to my room, wearing only a bra and panties. "I'm a little butterfly," I sang and laughed for no apparent reason, feeling giddy from the delicious chicken I had for breakfast.

My grandpa opened his door and was surprised to see me in such a revealing outfit. "Sian! Get dressed. You're not a kid anymore."

"Sorry!" I said, still feeling elated, and ran back to my room.

I picked a not-too-short pair of shorts and a comfortable muscle tee. It was scorching outside, and the humidity made it unbearable. I glanced at the clock; it was 12:25 pm, just in time.

I packed my bag with all the essentials I would need for the day. My favorite water bottle, a comb, lip balm, mascara, my wallet, house keys, sunglasses, glasses, eye drops, and some cookies, just in case I got hungry. As I put everything into my bag, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building inside me. I knew that today was going to be different, and that I was going to make a difference.

I clipped my walkman onto my bag and put on my headphones, ready to tackle the day ahead. As I closed the door, I remembered my beeper sitting on my bed and quickly grabbed it, shoving it into my pocket. I made my way to the garage, excited to hit the road and start my day of community service.

But as soon as I got on my bike, I realized there was a problem. The tire was flat. I groaned in frustration and put the bike back in the garage. I looked at my two boards, a Sector 9 longboard, and my trusty Penny board. It was a tough decision, but I finally settled on the longboard. I wasn't a gangster or anything, but I loved the thrill of cruising on my board.

As I made my way down the street, I couldn't help but notice the curious stares of passersby, especially the boys. I shrugged it off and focused on my destination, the food drive event I had signed up for.

As I entered the facility, I made my way to the information desk, hoping to get some guidance. The lady behind the desk greeted me with a smile, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest. I introduced myself and told her I was there for the food drive.

To my dismay, there seemed to be some confusion about my registration, with the lady telling me that I was signed up for a different event, one where I would be helping people with special needs. I tried to explain that I had signed up for the food drive, but she told me that they were already full. I felt my heart sink. I had woken up early and taken a shower just for this, and now it seemed like I wouldn't be able to help after all.

But then the lady offered me two options: either go home or help out with the other event. I didn't want to go home, so I reluctantly agreed to help out with the special needs event. The lady gave me an ID and directed me to a locker where I could store my skateboard, and I was soon on my way.

As I walked towards the blue door, I noticed a locker with the number 1011, and it caught my attention. It was already decorated with the words "I love Abigail," and I couldn't help but wonder who Abigail was. I shook my head and chuckled, thinking that I didn't know anyone named Abigail.

After showing my ID to the guy at the door, I tried to push it open, but it wouldn't budge. Embarrassed, I saw that it said "pull" on the door, and I sheepishly made my way inside. A woman named Mrs. Kane greeted me and asked if I was there for community service.

When I replied in the affirmative, Mrs. Kane told me that it was rare to see someone as young as me volunteering, and I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. Did I really look that young? But I brushed off the comment and eagerly followed her to the garden, where I was assigned to help a girl named Emily.

As I walked toward Emily, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. This was my first time volunteering with special needs kids, and I wasn't sure what