In the beginning I was a regular child, beautiful baby boy, weighed the average weight of 6 and 1/2 pounds but then again I was never really average. My mother isn't my real mother, neither is my father so I don't actually know where I came from or what I'm doing here. All I know is that wherever that was they were a lot different than people around here.
Everyone here are as blind as bats and I mean that literally but I....I am not. You see I am different from everyone else, I'm the one that can actually see the bed that I sleep in or the clothes that I wear. Although, they are advanced in other ways since their senses are 3x better than mine and they can tell the future. Well sort of, they can see what's coming in their dreams.
I don't know how they got blind but whenever I ask, my 'parents' say that it was always this way and it will always be this way, little do they know that the baby that they brought home from the hospital wasn't like them, it wasn't like any of the people that live here. It's great that I can see things but what if I say the sun is yellow, well how would I know that? Well, one time I messed up real bad.
It was a Monday morning, I was about 6 years old and like every Monday morning I would get up, get dressed, eat breakfast and get on the bus to go to school but this morning it just felt off, like something was missing, not a sick feeling but a feeling you have when you know it's not going to be a good day.
I go to my classroom and stick my little lunch bag on my cubbie hook, there was a few new kids but just the normal amount there was every year. I sit down at my desk, take out my long graphite pencil and start drawing on a piece of blank paper laid on top of my desk.
A little girl, about a year younger than me, comes over to my desk, she is short and stout, she lifts her hand and feels the paper. Is that a dragon she asks me, I respond by saying yes.
She takes me over to her desk and I look at his drawing, she is a very good drawer with her thick lines and many details, I can tell exactly what it is just by looking at it.
"Is it a horse?" I ask out loud.
The whole class gasps, then I realize that I didn't touch the paper to feel the lines drawn by the thick led in her pencil.
"How did you know that?" the little girl asks me with a surprised look on her face.
I don't even have to look for this one, I can feel the classes eyes bulging out of their heads staring straight at me. Their eyes are like daggers slowly digging through my body.
"So, it is a horse, I....was just guessing," I explained and saved myself as the class stopped peering at me, although the girl still didn't look convinced.
I knew then and there it was going to be a long day ahead of me. I saw the little girl at lunch, she stared at me not taking her eyes away from me for the full 20 minutes that we ate.
At recess, at the playground, I had just finished the monkey bars when the little girl came up to me. I walked and talked around the playground with the little girl, still wondering if she was confused about this morning.
"Please tell me the truth about my picture, your secret's safe with me," she plead and fluttered her eyes.
"I'm telling you, I'm really good at guessing," I say trying to think of better excuses to use because that one was getting old real fast now.
"If your so good at guessing then why did you get a 55% on the math test last week?" the girl asks while crossing he arms and giving me a taste of her attitude.
She is smart, she won't tell anyone and very convincing I might add, I guess I could tell her my secret.
"If I tell you, you can't tell anyone, understand," I tell her while I have my eyes locked on hers.
"I promise,"the girl swears as we pinky swear with our pinkies.
"I'm not blind like you, I can see," I whisper in her ear and regret saying it after the words come flying out of my mouth.
She gasps "you can! I can't wait to tell Amanda and Samantha and Stephanie and all my friends about this."
She went running off across the school yard to go meet her friends, I was completely dumbfounded, didn't expect that one coming at all!
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