I sat in my bed eating a Nutella sandwich. I don't bother to wear my sunglasses at home, so I tried to stare at something, like maybe something in my room. Well I had never actually seen anything in my room. But I still stared into space for a good five minutes, nothing. As I was about to give up I saw a shadow. I guess the new treatment might be helping me. I started to see light, I saw my white walls of my room, the cream bookshelf stacked with unread books, my light blue doona cover. I jumped. Out of bed, I looked at the wholemeal bread with brown gooey stuff that must be Nutella. I realised I have a tall mirror in my room. I stared at myself, I have brown wavy hair, I'm skinny, I am actually pretty. My cheekbones are structured to perfection, my chin isn't too short my eyes are a brown, I have bangs covering my forehead. I ran downstairs to where mom was. I ran over to her "mom, your so beautiful, so am I." She turned around and I looked at her straight in the eyes, "my baby! You can see that is amazing. I'm going to call dad" she had tears in her eyes.
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Hey! So how was that? This was just a boring prologue part of the book. Interesting stuff will happen!
Thanks so much for reading
-Kate xx
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First sight
General FictionI'm Spencer Woods, I was born blind. The world seems so dark and twisted when I'm blind. Why is it the same when I see? (This is a spin-off to pll and I don't own many of the names all copyright goes to pll.)
