Saved By The Blind Boy

The Beginning

"Honestly, I don't really know what happened. How it got like this-"

"Yes, you do"

"Shut up, Thomas"

"Make me"

"..."

"Well anyway, this is our story"

"But I must warn you. This story deals with mean bullies, horrible heart-brake, and unexplainable love."

"Yeah, so don't say we never warned you"

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"CLANK BAM BANG WHOOSH CLANK BAM BANG WHOOSH CLANK BAM BANG WHOOSH"

I quickly opened my eyes just enough to see my little sister come running into my room with pots and pans banging them together.

"What the hell, Telphy!!'

Telphonia May. My wonderful 9 year old sister, who thinks she owns the world and just about all the people in it. It doesn't help either that everyone acts like she is the most precious thing in the world, but I guess I just have to live with this little attention seeker.

Telphy's curly blonde hair was tied up in a small knot on her head while one single strand was hanging on her pudgy cheek. Large brilliant blue eyes looked at me inoccently as she stopped banging her dishes. Her rumpled pajamas with pink, printed cupcakes all over them had some kind of brown substance on them that I was not willing to ask on it's content.

"Mommy! Evy said hell!!" She shouted from the threshold of my room.

"Say sorry to your little sister!" My mom yelled back up from the kitchen downstairs.

Telphy looked at me with a devilous glint in her eyes and smirked. I pulled the covers off me and stood up, walking over to where she was at my door.

I frowned down at her and said my, "Sorry" before slamming the door in her face and locking it. I could hear her running downstairs shouting but at the moment I wasn't into fighting.

My eyes traveled from the door to the clock in a matter of milliseconds.

9:30 A.M.

I sighed and quickly went over to my closet and opened the doors staring for atleast thirty minutes before I finally picked out some black skinny jeans, a sweat shirt with a stars pattern on it, and my favorite converse. After looking in the mirror I frowned, a huge red pimple had appeared on my forehead. Annoyed by the universe and the existence of skin problems, I put some makeup on. It still looked pretty bad so instead of putting my hair up in it's normal pony tail, I let it come down and swing past my shoulders in dirty blonde waves.

I wouldn't say I was completely ugly, but I sure as hell am not pretty. My blonde hair, now turning brown, wasn't curly nor straight and was a total pain being as thick as it is.  My grey eyes weren't fascinating like my sister's or my mother's which are a vibrant green. My nose was a little too wide and long to be considered one of those cute button noses. The rest of my body was very pale and in that in between phase where I wasn't skinny but I wasn't overweight either.

Quickly moving away from the miror before I could scrutinize myself further, I ran out of my room and slid down the handrail of the stairs before hopping off at the end.

"Evelyn May how many times have I told you not to-" My mother started shouting but I quickly ran over there and interrupted her.

"Yeah, yeah a million times" I stated and kissed her on the cheek, grabbing my jacket with my phone in the pocket and ran out.

I could hear my mom rumbling something behind me as I shut the door and started running down the stairs and the side walk towards the nearest bus station.

Just as I got there the bus was leaving. I started to run faster and wave my hands. I even started shouting as finally I caught up with the bus and was knocking on the door as it got caught in traffic and stopped. The doors opened reluctantly and I went up the stairs.

"Sorry Eve. Didn't see ya there" Mr. Davis, the old man who drove the bus, excused himself.

I frowned and picked my usual seat right behind him, "After 15 years you still don't see me."

He chuckled to himself and started the bus again.

I got off at a stop not to far from the coffee shop, Birdy's Coffee. After speed walking across the street I swung open the door to the place and walked in.

"Eve!! My favorite niece! What may I get for ya?" My crazy uncle, Pidgeon, exclaimed.

I smiled, "The usual" and walked over to where my best friend, Chrysanthemum, sat. Yes, chrysanthemum like the flower. That was her mother's favorite flower and her mother died while giving birth to her so her father thought what better than to name her Chrysanthemum.

Personally, I liked her name. It certaintly attracted attention, even just looking at her attracted attention. She was definitely considered gorgeous. Her beautiful long, brown hair was naturally curly. Her perfect heart shaped face fit wonderfully on her skinny frame in just the right shade of tan. Huge, brown doe eyes, button nose, thin lips, and sharp cheek bones seemed to attract every boy around. Her fashion did not disappoint either.

"EVE!! You are so late you better have a good explanation! Remember we planned to go shopping today!" Chrys shouted even though I had walked up right next to her.

I sighed, "Sorry. I slept in late."

"It's alright. Now let's go!" She grabbed my arm.

Chrys pulled me towards the door and I grabbed my coffee on the way out. Just as we ran outside someone bumped into me roughly everything after that seemed to go in slow motion.

Burning my skin the coffee had spilled all over my sweatshirt and pants, just as the concrete was rushing up to meet my face. It all went black after that.

What seemed like hours had passed was actually seconds as I jerked my eyes open. I could hear shouting over my head but I couldn't make out what anyone was actually saying as my pounding headache circulated through my forehead. I groaned and with great reluctance rolled over onto my back. There were three heads looking concerned over me, the shouting long forgotten. Something warm rolled down my forehead, lips and down towards my chin. Everything came into focus slowly.

The three heads were my uncle, Chrys, and what it looked like some angel from above. I quietly studied his features through my headache.

Messy dark brown hair was upon his head while strong features delighted his face. Small worry lines ran along his forehead, a thin upper lip while the bottom was full as if permently puffed out. Sunglasses hid his eyes while a defined jawline led to a neck where a small bluish/purple vein just was visible.

A deep, husky voice suddenly broke me out of my thoughts.

"Checking me out already, darling? We just met."