Too Blind For Love?

Chapter 1

Before you read this, note that this was my very second "story" and I will not be writing anymore. The plot is rushed, the characters are unrealistic and I don't know the difference between you're and your. I wrote this one year ago and barely got four chapter in. The only reason I haven't taken this down is because I plan on re-writing it. Plus, I don't want to take it down. So if you do continue reading this... thing, you are not allowed to critique it or tell me anything about it. Maybe one day when I'm bored I'll edit this. And you're not allowed to judge my writing skills based off this. It was one year ago. If you want to read my actual story that I'm currently writing and judge me based off of that, go on my profile and look.

Continue if you must, but it's only four chapters and it's not enjoyable.

The sun leaked in through the window, waking Madison Parker up. Madison could feel the sun burning into her skin and her eyes fluttered open knowing that it was time to get up. She sat up in her bed and stretched out her limbs. She stayed seated on her bed and called for her dog, Cole, to come in and guide her around. As the dog entered the room she could smell her perfume lingering on his fur. Cole must have knocked it down onto the floor and rolled around in it. Giggling, Madison grabbed onto the dogs collar and he led her throughout the house, dragging her into the bathroom.

Once she set foot into the room the smell of the strong cologne hit her nose, Madison began to sneeze. She wanted to clean it up but it would be very hard considering the situation she was in. She would just phone her new friend and roommate, Jessica, later. Jessica would have no problem helping her after school.

Once Madison stopped sneezing, she stood up straight and told her guide to lead her to the kitchen. The dog pulled her all the way when the doorbell rang. Madison let go of her dogs collar immediately and started to feel around the room for the door. She bumped into a few things but found the doorknob quickly enough. Opening the door, Madison backed away to a burly man. She couldn't see him but he could see her and his heart softened for her.

The man stood straighter, trying to impress, and said, "Good morning Miss. I'm her to deliver a package to Madison Parker. If you will just sign here we can-"

Madison cut him short and said, "I'm blind. I need you to direct me were to sign."

The man felt his heart melt with pity and he softly said, "I'm so sorry. That must be terrible. If you don't mind me asking, how did this tragic thing happen to you?"

Madison shook her head. She hated the pity that people gave her. Maybe she couldn't see them but she could practically hear them. Being blind does boost one's hearing by a lot. Madison resisted the urge to shut the door and she said, "I was born this way. No accident. I have always been blind and I probably always will be and I am a perfectly normal human being. Just because I can't see doesn't mean that I can't live a normal life. Just please direct me where to sign so I could get on with my perfectly normal life."

It was people like this, almost everyone, who caused her to be rude. She wanted to be nice to the world and treat everyone with respect but it was a little hard when everyone just felt sorry for her. Madison didn't want the 'that must be terrible' or the 'I'm so, so sorry'. She just wanted someone to continue treating her like they did before and like everybody else, this man was no different.

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Ross stood up from the bar stool in his kitchen and walked to his room. He needed to get to work. Laughing as he walked into his room, he quietly said, "Hey boss, I'm here!" Ross fell on his bed laughing at his career.

Ross was a writer. He wrote books about nasty aliens that have come to eat people's brains or cliche love stories about a girl and a boy falling in love, getting angry at each other then falling in love again. To him it was the perfect job but to anyone it was a job that got him no money whatsoever. And they were all right. He had no money to spend on himself or friends or a girl. All the novels he had written were stupid, cliche and ridiculously pathetic. He was actually ashamed to have written such books but he never told himself that. Ross kept telling himself that the books he wrote were going to be amazing! The only problem about Ross was that he couldn't write a good story because nothing ever happened to him!