Blind Date

Being Normal

As soon as I wake up, I stretch my arms, popping my back in different areas. I throw my hair into a messy bun, feeling a bit warm. I throw back the covers and slide my feet out. I hear a gruff, not too loud, but I have pretty good hearing. A dog chain scratches across my hard floor.
"I'm sorry Samson. I didn't see you there." I feel him move, but I hear him lay down after a few more seconds. "You're a lazy boy." I laugh, finally standing. I actually stretch this time, placing my hands above my head and into the air. I live in a studio apartment on the second floor, which makes it easier to move around. I make my way into the kitchen, pulling my boxer shorts down more. I make myself some toast, waiting for the newspaper.
"Grace, I have your delivery." My doorman makes his appearance, just like normaly. He slides a paper through the door slot, and I reply with a thank you and move on. I pick up the newspaper on the floor, sitting at the table and using my fingers to read. I hear the toast pop and I go back to my breakfast. After eating and catching up on this city's recent disasters, I decide to take a shower and put my hair up. Being naturally straight, I can let it dry and it only have a few waves. I pull on my favorite fitting jeans, and a low top with a shawl wrapped around my body, hiding my cleavage. I grab my shaded glasses, and try to attempt to get Samson off the floor. I wrap his leash around my arm, and he barks out of excitement.
"Okay, calm down boy!" I laugh, feeling for him in my house. He rubs up against my legs and I find his collar. I clip it on, collecting all my work that I need to take today. When we leave the apartment, the doorman says hello and tells me he was smiling. "Of course you are, Mr. Kiplen." We both laugh as Samason leads me to work. We come to a stop and I hear car horns and angry bikers. "Loving the life in New York City, aren't we boy?" I pet his furry head, grateful they gave me a Golden instead of that rowdy German. He licks my hand and I laugh, before he pulls me out into the road. I've had Samson since I was nineteen. He helped me move around my collage campus, and now he has my full trust. If he pulls me to walk, I know he's trained enough for me not to be hit by a car. He was trained since he was born by pro's; but I was still cautious when I first got him. I hear Jena, the door woman of the company I work for, running her mouth about other people as always.
"Miss. Allen, wonderful weather, isn't it?" Jena's voice is now directed to me, and I smile.
"You tell me." She goes silent, which is what always happens when I talk with her.
"Have a good day, Miss. Allen...." She murmurs as Samson leads me into the building. I make a stop at the main desk, hoping Kyle was working.
"I have been looking for you." I play it cool, putting on my best angry face.
"I bet you have." His smirk was like a needle in his voice.
"You're gonna pay."
"But I did nothing wrong!" He pleads innocent, but he's far from it.
"A silent movie. You played a silent movie last night. I cannot believe you." His laugh makes me break from my anger, finding this just as funny as him.
"Classic." He dies, pounding his hand onto the desk.
"Cruel. Just cruel." I bark, before walking off.
"Oh, come on baby. You love me!" He yells out as I walk away. Kyle has been my best friend since our joined foster home. We were in the same house hold for almost three months, but our "parents" gave us up. Before we were sent back into the system, we made a run for it. We made it on our own for a while, but before long, we got caught. We stuck together even after that, glad to have such a helpful helper. He always helped me get around. He's like my older brother.

By now you should know... I'm blind. As a bat. One hundred percent truth. Have been for my whole life. Can't see a thing. Being blind is the reason I became an orphan. My father dropped me off at a home for "unwanted kids", because "it's too much work to take care of a blind baby". So, I toughened up, made myself get use to the thought of never getting adopted. If my biological father doesn't want a blind kid, why would a foster parent? Once I could get out legally, I was gone. Kyle and I got an apartment, but that boy is such a messy house keeper; and add being blind into that equation. He comes over almost everyday, but he's not allowed to move in. I'm pretty sure he's living in another studio apartment, that is basically free for him. He just has to sleep there and keep his clothes in the closets, and then rent is like a hundred a month. Mine, I get a discount (considering I can't even see the place), making it almost three hundred. Kyle had to help me find the place, and also show it to me. For the first couple weeks, I needed him to direct me to the bathroom, or I would end up hitting the wall. I had Samson at the time, but he was still getting used to the place too. I've been there since I graduated, which was three years ago. I got an education in brail English; which is like an editor, but with brail, not normal written words. Now I'm using my degree to edit children's books, and adult papers, making it easier for the blind to read. They thought that since there was not that many jobs for the blind, then might as well provide jobs for them. I never was the type to let the government pay for everything and allow me to sit on my couch everyday and do nothing; that would add to my useless feeling already. Being blind, you have to stay active in the community to keep your spirits up. I have limits, of course, but I'm not keeping walls up everywhere you turn. One border I have is my glasses. I only like to take them off when I'm alone, and not even that sometimes.
"You're one of the most busiest twenty-four year olds I know." My boss comments as I make my way to my office, with Samson guiding me.
"Thank you, Mrs. Penny."
"Take a longer lunch break this afternoon; you deserve it."
Little did I know, that was my first mistake.
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