One day, when I was 14, I awoke at the bottom of a swimming pool, breathing normally. Just about the weirdest thing ever. I'm still in disbelief. But that's not even the weirdest part. I could see. I could see. I COULD SEE! I, Lucas Stryker, the blind boy, could see! I could see everything. The brilliant blue of the water. The white tiles of the pool. Everything. But, it was different than I had imagined. The colors. They were so... colorful... That didn't make any sense. But they were so colorful. Everything. The water. The side of the pool. The sky. The smell of the chlorine. Everything had color. I didn't know that people could smell colors... I hadn't imagined that. Oh well. I COULD SEE!!
I jumped out of the pool and sprinted through the house, maneuvering all the twists and turns with ease. Through the back room, the hallway, dining room, and finally into the kitchen.
"MMMOOOOMMM!!!!" I screamed. "MOM I CAN SEE!" What followed was what seemed like thousands of doctors and optometrist appointments and hundreds of calls.
Before bed that day, I stood in front of my mirror, just seeing what I look like. I had blonde hair, tan skin, normal face shape, and sparkling turquoise eyes. I get a lot of compliments about them. I guessed a little about what I looked like, you know, the basics. "Oh your 6 feet tall." "Wow you're skinny" Yada yada yada. Blah blah blah. But I didn't know what I really looked like. And I knew I never would. But I did. Sure I had dreamed of seeing. But I knew it would never happen. But it did.
My room was really boring. Not that a blind kid needed a fancy room. All I had was a full-sized bed shoved against one wall, a dresser against another, and a desk against the third. Now my room has the bed in the middle, with a nice, soft, turquoise bed set, the desk on one side, now with a computer, and my dresser on the other. The left wall has a bookshelf. Now that I can see, I've devoted a lot of my time to learning how to read English. And I have some posters of soccer players, some nice quotes, etc. etc. My room is nicer.
My fashion sense was apparently horrible. I had only polo shorts and checkered shorts, so I must've looked like a golf player. I sold most of those to get money for my new wardrobe. I have some nice skinny-ish jeans, some t-shirts, sweatshirts, button-ups, etc. My fashion sense is better.
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The Colors
Teen Fiction16-year-old Lucas Stryker is a bit different. He was blind since birth. But one day, he awoke, seeing clearly. But why? Then he uncovers a centuries old story, a story of heroes and villains, life and death, colors and voids. Of powers and lies. And...
