|| l u k e ||
When I was younger, I thought I was cool because I was blind.
I would get all the girls, be the popular one.
It happened until I arrived to high school.
Boy, did it feel weird.
Walking around in the darkness, everyday.
Only being able to hear sounds.
I soon began to get bullied in my high school due to my blindness.
After the little dilemma I had in school, my parents thought it'd be best if I moved high schools for my senior year.
I was laying in bed, debating if I wanted to do this.
"Hurry up, Luke! You're going to be late for school!" I heard my mom scream.
Climbing out of bed, I count the steps to my bedroom drawers.
Touching the smooth wood, I open the first one and take out a pair of jeans.
Feeling the cloth, I try to find the pant legs before putting them on.
After I put my jeans, I take out a familiar shirt that felt like it was black.
Oh wait, everything is black.
Feeling the tag of the shirt, I put it on.
Grabbing my cane, I count my steps to the entrance of my room to grab my vans.
Crouching down, I put my vans on.
Counting my steps once again, I smell my mothers cooking.
Feeling her presence, I lean in to kiss her on the cheek.
"Hi mom." I greet.
"Good morning Luke." She replies, before helping me find a seat.
Sitting down, I smell the eggs.
Eating them, my mom says, "So the principal contacted me a couple of days ago to tell me that there is someone who is going to guide you everyday to school with all your periods. He said that'll she have all the same classes as you do so that's good."
I nod.
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.When my mom arrives to the high school, I see a variety of colors.
From time to time, I see blues, greens, purples, and sometimes I don't.
I hear a bunch of chattering as my mom helps me enter school.
Walking to a smell of flowers, I immediately knew it was the front office.
"Hello Mrs. Hemmings, Mr. Hemmings, this is Violeta Richards." I hear the man say before I saw the pinkest color I have ever seen.
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oh look i get most of my ideas when it's the middle of the night.
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