Color

School

I see nothing. In a world of light and beauty, God decided to give me nothing. Yay...can you sense my sarcasm? Hi, my name is Lucy and I have been blind for most of my life. Lucky for me, I became blind after I learned how to speak. At one point, it's hard for me to imagine a world of light. A world of people. But I remember it. I remember it. I remember my mom holding a video camera to my face, recording every move I made as if it was the world to her. When I think back to it, I remember in the background a wooden table with nothing on it right behind her in the other room. I remember the feeling of the carpet on my skin, rough yet fluffy. I miss her.

Enough about that.

I tossed and turned in my bed, awaiting the next day. My first day of high school. Yay, more sarcasm. I was nervous, like any other sane human being was. But I was a different kind nervous. Or maybe it's the same. I don't know. But I was nervous. What would people think of me? Walking around school with an escort. Having questions from worksheets stated verbally. I had heard tales of other kids who had speech impediment or other disorders having to escorted around to. They'll probably think I'm stupid. Probably think I'm crazy. I pulled the covers over my eyes and mouth. A muffled scream rang out through the house. Go to sleep. Sleep.

AFter I few minutes of closing my eyes I realize I can't. I flopped my arms down in a way in which I looked like a starfish. Or at least that was what I was shooting for. I stared in the empty blank space that always filled my eyes. What would it look like? To go to school. Suddenly an image of what I thought was a school appeared. Or at least what I had figured out from books that my dad had read to me. The large sidewalks lead to the door in all directions, students crowding the entrance, lost in conversations usually with a friend or a group. The front doors were black, darker along the edges, a window placed in the middle of the higher half of it. The building huge, made from bricks and cement. The tops formed triangles in black plastic. I learned from a different book that was to prevent leaks when it rained or snowed. And there I was, exiting a bright yellow-orangish vehicle with 12 windows on either side of it so students could mindlessly stare out into the beautiful green grass scattered with the colored leaves of autumn. The girl that I imagined as me had blond hair that was pulled of into the a high side ponytail with a blue ribbon. She clutched her books tightly as she stepped down from the gray steps leading her down to the sidewalk. Her foot clashed against the pavement as each step felt like the sound of a drum in her head. She could feel the vibration of other people's footsteps on the sidewalk. Then over everything I heard the sound of a familiar voice,

"Lucy! Wake up!" the voice shouted. Suddenly my eyes opened, though the dreamlike state remained the same. Father. The image of her father standing in the doorway, his dirty ish blond hair and his most distinguished feature being his mustache. His eyes were colored brown. Well that's what she remembered from her childhood, mixed with what he had described of himself. I pushed myself from the position I laid down in, now imagining myself sitting up.

"Hi Dad," I greeted.

"Good morning sweetheart," he returned, his stepped moving towards the right wall of my room, where he told me my closet. I heard the noise of the door sliding open, which I imagined revealed multiple colors coating the clothing. "What would you like to wear?" he asked, as if I knew what was inside the closet.

"What's there?" I asked. I heard him shuffle through the racks of clothing, searching for one that appealed to him.

"There's a navy colored hoodie, you could wear that with jeans and your converse," he offered. He had become quite skilled in pairing together articles of clothing in a way that looked fashionable since I forced his to gain the fashion sense that I could never have. An image of a girl with blonde hair pulled into a side ponytail with the outfit he described popped into my mine. The outfit in my imagination looked pretty, so I nodded my head. I heard the sound of him unhooking the hanger with the hoodie from the closet, walking towards the bed and setting it down and pulling out what I presumed to be jeans from the dresser located next to the closet, the rolling sound of the drawer closing indicating this. The soft sound of the cloth ruffling told me that he was removing the hanger from the hoodie, then a hand on my arm that had previously been resting on the bed. He held it out, placing a soft fabric in my hand. The hoodie.

"Call me if you need help," he offered, walking out of the room. It took me a while to figure out how to put on a shirt. Eventually with my dad's help I was able to figure it out. I set the article of clothing on my lap, pulling of my current shirt, laying it down on the bed. I grabbed the hoodie from my lap that had previously been folded, and start to unfold it. Eventually I search it for any other folds, realizing there are none, place my hand on the edges, looking for a hole in the cloth. SOon enough I found it, opening it up further. I pulled the opening over my head, and my arms searched for the arm hole in the shirt. After a while they found them, slipping through them. I pulled the end of the shirt down to my waist. My hands pushed themselves onto the mattress, moving around it searching for the feel of the jeans. Finally I came across a rough piece of cloth. Jeans. Pulled them towards me, and placed them to my left. I removed my leggings and exchanged them for jeans. Finally after what felt like an eternity, I was done.

"Ready Dad!" I called out, the sound of footsteps following it. Am I ready for school. I sure as hell don't think so.

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(A/N: Sorry I didn't get very far. I just wanted to get the idea out there since it's one of the first really creative writing ideas I've had in a while. I really hope that I did the idea of being blind justice. I had to do a bit of research considering that I nor no one I know is blind. It's kinda a shot in the dark for me. I just have so many ideas for her school experience and such! I was considering making this an original story, but I'm glad I made it a fanfiction! Maybe someday I'll make an original story. What would you guys think of that? Ah I'm rambling now! Hope you liked the story and hope your day is going awesome! BOI!)