My Style fluff and short stories

Meeting Spencer

It was so strange on how it started. At first nothing happened. I could see the wonderful sights a child should see when young. A dazzling red, orange, and pink sunset. The sparks and booms of fireworks on the Fourth of July. The laughing faces of your three never aging friends.

But it hit me like a rock. Like a bolder on the edge of a mountain. It started in fifth grade, it got worse in fifth grade, I don't know when it really started. It wasn't bad before, so much so I didn't really notice. Or not enough to care.

It was silly when I found out. At first I thought it was a temporary thing. My vision was just blurred. And even then my eyes would do that sometimes anyways, it just took longer for me to adjust. We where throwing rocks at cars that evening. And somehow it turned into a rock war. One that only lasted minutes, because a stone knocked me out. I remember waking up the next morning with a blurry vision. I didn't tell my mom, thinking it was another one of my temporary vision blurs. I didn't go to the doctor until I went to school and realized I couldn't see the board as clearly anymore. After that I was sent out of class with a snarky remark from Cartman and a free ticket to a doctor.

As you'd imagine, I threw a fit once I was told what was going on. And what the doctor said. So passively too, like my life wasn't being ruined. Of course I can't blame him, his life revolves around cases like mine.

I would cry every night. I shook a fist at god. Cursing him for giving me this awful brain deficiency. This disorder that crept up my back and bit me by the neck. Through the first years of middle school I would ignore almost everyone. Everyone except for my friends since diapers. Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman. Although Cartman would bash me on it, and to be quite frank still does on occasion when I do see him. But I guess that gave me a backbone of some sort.

By my second year of high school I was almost completely blind and accepting of what I had. School was hard, but I ended up getting decent grades. I picked up so much about voice cracks and tones that people thought that I was faking. I chuckled it off, and more and more It's starting to become a real laugh. I've come so used to it to not see the point of moaning about my misfortune. I'm done crying, I need to start living.

And that's what I'm doing. I've become an assistant store manager at the nearest Petsmart to Kenny, Kyle, and I's apartment. The two of them decided to go to college and with Kyle's help on increasing his grades exponentially, Kenny slipped into Kyle's high stakes college like a snake. A few years back, he asked if I'd want help too but I declined. I knew it would be harder to teach me how to do most things and he already had himself and Kenny to take care of. I didn't want to be a bother.

At the very least to say Kyle was disappointed that I wasn't going to go to college. Maybe because he thought I wasn't trying to work past my disability; or that he knew that I wanted to be a vet and nothing else really intrigued me as much. Even if he doesn't like that, he clearly appreciates my efforts- like working. Which does help our apartment rent. And it's not like I'm sitting around all day, I have day shifts during the week. I go out and walk my service dog, Bailey, a lot. And nothing to be said around Kyle- or god forbid Kenny- but, I've been reading a lot more now. It's so gay and that's why I'm not going to ever tell the guys. And uh, brail gets easy after a while.

It's kind of lonely around the house even with all of the books I've been reading. Kenny doesn't have as many classes as Kyle but he still goes to every single one of them. He's only skipped once and that was when his beer got drugged one evening from a party. I'm surprised he didn't spare that day either. He and Kyle are always complaining about how expensive it is to go to college and missing one day was worth hundreds and hundreds of dollars- maybe more! I mean, I don't blame them college is really fucking expensive. Another very good reason I didn't get a scholarship I would never use in the first place.