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Escort

"Lucy, if you don't like school, then we can go right back to home schooling! But I want you to try," he encouraged as I sighed,

"Yeah Dad, I got it!" The car came to a stop and the abrupt sound of the door in front of me startled me. The door next to me swung open with a whoosh and a hand was placed on my arm, pulling me out. I pulled my backpack strap that my dad had fitted over my shoulder. The car door slammed behind me and I felt it. I felt what books about school couldn't describe. The chatter of conversation. The soft vibration of feet on the ground. And finally the adrenaline. It rushed through my veins as insecurities from last night rushed back into my mind. What will they think of me coming into school with my dad? Holding his hand. I shook my head as I was dragged along by my dad as passing conversations filled my ears.

"Who is she?"

"Is that her dad?"

"Why is he holding her hand?" No, no, NO! I wanted to go up to all of them and explain, but I knew the social world wasn't that simple. It was filled with cues and dos and don'ts. Until I knew, I wouldn't allow myself to utter a word. I felt the sudden change in flooring on my feet. The rugged pavement had changed to smooth tiles with tiny, but noticeable indents in the flooring. The chatter became louder as soon as we entered, but it was short lived because he lead my into a different room, this one with carpeting, and as soon as the door shut behind us, was much quieter. The the feeling of my dad's hand disappeared as he let go. All of a sudden, fear crept into my mind. No what if I bump into someone?! Or what if I'm standing in their path?! The hushed conversation of my dad and someone else distracted myself from these thoughts. I tried to imagine who the person looked like from their voice. Due to its high pitch it was obviously a girl, and she sounded as though she was in her late 30s. Maybe she had brown hair? Or dirty blond hair? Tied up into a bun, perhaps. Now I listened in for what they were talking about. "Will she be OK?"

"Yes, she will be in the care of a student who's schedule matches her exactly. He has offered to be her escort-" my ears stopped listening as my mind began flooding with thoughts. HE?! I've never talked to a boy, other than my dad! What do I do? What do I say? Ugh, brain, why are you so useless with this stuff. I had hoped that I was going to get a teacher that would take me to my classes. UGH! I listened in again to their continuing conversation.

"Where is he?" my father asked impatiently. As if on cue the door creaked open and slammed loudly.

"He's right behind you, Sir," the feminine voice indicated. I could almost feel that she was pointing behind me. My heart rate increased tenfold as a male voice spoke from behind me,

"Yo!" he greeted. Sounds like something from one of my books. His feet shuffled next to me, "Is she the new kid?" he asked. Now what would he look like? Something about his voice said dark eyes, laced with green in them. Hair? That I couldn't pinpoint. Then the feminine voice interrupted her thoughts,

"Yes." I could feel his body turn toward me. How do I talk to him? Suddenly a hand grabbed my arm. But it wasn't my dad's hand, no, it felt warm. It felt rough, yet gentle. A feeling that couldn't do anything but contradict itself.

"Hey," his voice was so cheerful that I could almost hear his smile, "I'm Natsu," he greeted, "What's your name?" he asked. Crap!

"L-Lucy..." my voice came out meek and small that even I could barely hear it. But somehow he could hear it,

"That's a pretty name," he stated, trying to make me feel confident. I could tell. The way his pitch raised and dropped at certain times told me he was trying to cheer me up. But something about him caring seemed to astonish me. "Can we go, or should we wait 'till the halls clear up?" he asked, but his voice was directed away from me. Then the same feminine voice replied,

"Wait until the halls clear up," she ordered, "Thank you again Natsu for agreeing to this."

"No problem, don't mention it," I could tell he was smiling. "C'mon let's sit down, there's a chair right behind you." He placed his hands on my shoulder, forcefully, yet gently, pushing me backwards until I felt a soft surface right below my knee. That's my cue to sit. I placed myself onto the cushiony surface, relaxing my tense body. Calm down, he's only a boy. I thought back to all the stories my dad had read to me. How did boys act in those stories? They either acted really charming and fantasy like or really stupid. And there was the occasional jerk.

Suddenly a large DING sound awoke me from my thoughts. "That's our cue to leave." He said, placing his hand on mine, pulling it slightly, as though to ask me to get up. I pushed myself up from the chair. "Bye Miss, bye Sir, it was nice to meet you," he said, a feeling of warmth weaved through every word. He pulled me through the doorway of what I now knew was the office, and slowly guided me through the halls, which I assumed were now empty, since there were no footsteps or conversations that were audible to me. I long silence stretched between the two of us, but to me it was loud. Questions bustling through my head. I decided not to voice them, until one in particular seemed like it wanted to heard so badly. So I voiced it,

"Natsu?" I asked meekly, and the air around him made a sound as his head jerked towards me. Or at least I think that's what happened. He made a small hmm noise, indicating he had heard me.

"What do you look like?"

(A/N: Sorry if this is a little bad, it's 11:48 pm and I'm so tired! I just had to finish up till here, cuz I had so many ideas for this. Also it's really hard to write from the POV of a blind person. But that's what I like about it! Anyway, hope you liked this and hope your day is going well! If it's not then I hope I could make it a little better! And if I didn't, well I tried ;-; ... BOI!)