Love is blind

Rude Introductions

Milo

My vision brightened as I walked out into the hallway. As I waited for Kira to help me find the cafeteria, I wondered what she looked like. I knew she had pretty long hair because it brushed along my arm a couple of times and I knew I was a bit taller than her from the direction of her voice. I was happy someone decided to sit beside me in class. If no one had come up to me I guess I could have asked the teacher. I was surprised about how friendly she was after she found out I was blind. I hope we could become good friends and maybe she could introduce me to more people. Usually, a lot of people my age were kind of intimidated by my cane. They didn't really understand I guess.

"Milo? Are you ready to go," a mystery voice said.

"This is Kira right?" I wondered, turning to face the voice.

"Oh yeah," she replied, sheepishly, "I guess I should have said, sorry!"

I could feel how tense she was.

"No worries," I said, "you don't have to be so tense around me. Just relax."

She paused for a moment.

"Ok," she sighed, letting out a breath, "do you want to start going?"

I nodded.

"So the hallway goes straight now until we get to the stairs," she directed, walking me down the hallway.

After a bit more wandering we found the cafeteria. As soon as we opened the door I could tell where we were because of the sudden increase in noise. Kira led me to a lunch table. I placed my hand on the wall and felt for my seat. When I sat down I slipped my backpack onto my lap and fumbled inside it for my lunch bag. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something flash pink. I looked up and gasped. Something that was a shiny pink color was on our table. I reached out and touched it.

"What's this," I asked, mesmerized.

"My lunch bag," she answered, sounding confused.

"Sorry, it just," I stuttered, trying to explain, "I'm not completely blind. Most people think all we see is black but for me, that's not the case. I can see light and shadows so this is just....really cool to me."

I moved the bag in my hand, watching it reflect in the light. Then I realized that I probably looked a little crazy. I put the bag back on the table and tried to act like nothing happened.

"Um, sorry," I muttered, apologizing.

"It's nothing to be sorry about," she assured, "I completely understand. It's kinda cool how you're not completely blind."

I wanted to shift the focus away from my vision. After a year of being blind, I had become used to it. I hadn't completely accepted it but I didn't want to just be known as the blind boy forever. I knew there was more to me than that.

"So what was your last class  again?"

"It was English," she replied, her voice seeming kinda sad.

"Do you like English? I've always been more of a math guy myself," I mentioned, taking out a sandwich.

I took a bite. It was a tuna sandwich. Mom always knew how to cheer me up. Even if it was something small. I guess she thought I would be sitting by myself too. We were both wrong.

"English is okay but I like math better too. At least there's only one right answer!"

"Yeah!"

"Hey guys," a new voice greeted, out of the blue, "how are you guys doing today."