Today was my first day of college.
You must be like 'if your blind why did they accept you into college?' Well that's easy to answer, I didn't act helpless, and did everything on my own, and teacher's were surprised and boom I got a scholarship to college.
Which I also feel guilty about. I mean. Happy..
It's 4:30 am, I'm suppose to wake up at 6, but instead I had a horrible nightmare.
That everyone hated me. I don't know why, but everyone just did. It was like I was reliving my childhood years being bullied and stuff.
Did you know blind people dream in black and white? Well I'm not blind, but my dreams have been in black and white. Which scared the fuck out of me.
Ok. I'm ignoring my crazy dreams, ok. great idea.
So I got up and showered, then stared at myself in the mirror. I had ugly black curly hair which was up to my waist, brown perfect eyes. (My eyes are the only thing I like about my appearance.) And oily skin.. With, ugh, another zit. just great. I decided to wear cover up to well. You know, cover it up. I never wore makeup, I had long perfect lashes. I would always be called fake in grade school, because it looked like I wore makeup. I always hated makeup I would wear it, then like rub my eyes and all the shit would be all over my face which drove me insane!
I got dressed into a white tank top, and a navy blue polka-dotted skirt with my navy blue toms, and let my curly black hair out, I grabbed my black glasses, it wasn't sunny out but you know how blind people were those glasses? I usually did so people wouldn't notice me starring then I'd look like a faker.. I grabbed my bag and took my phone off of the charger and headed downstairs.
I looked down at my watch. Greaaaat. It was still 6. I had 2 more hours until Starbucks actually opened to get my morning coffee. So I flicked on the t.v and 'listened' to a Spongebob marathon for 2 hours, and then headed out the door with my family still sleeping wow?
Yes, I'm an 18 year old girl who still lives with her parents,
since my parents finally noticed me and started caring about me they don't want me to move out until I find a caring boyfriend, or get married. Pssh. Like that's ever going to happen.
Like I already planned out my life plan Me with thousands of cats in my house. But my mother is afraid that 'Something might happen to me.' It's about time they cared about Kara..
I walked over to Starbucks and stood in line to get a coffee. Everybody knows me since I come here everyday.
"Hey Kara, what can I get you?" Paul, the guy who always serves me said.
"The usual, Paul." I said with a smile.
"Coming up. How'd did you know it was me?" Paul asks confused.
"Paul. I'm blind, not stupid." I said with a giggle as I walk over to get my coffee.
Like god, people are so sensitive about people who blind or deaf, like I know who everyone is by hearing them, not just seeing...
Before I could finish the thoughts in my head, I bumped into somebody which caused me to spill my coffee all over my white tank top. Great. Good thing I bring a sweater in my bag everyday, I'm 'blind' you never know what could happen.
"I'm so so sorry." A familiar British accent said worried.
I looked down at my shirt, and touched it.
I'm blind, I gotta make it seem realistic you know?
"It's alright." I said smiling looking into his eyes.
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One Blind Lie (Zayn Malik Fanfiction) (On Hold probably forever)
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