Chapter 2

 Ms Dillinger has no patience. That is why I do not like her. As I feel through my locker, looking for my special braille math book, she huffs and puffs. It is not her normal, steady breathing pattern. So I ask “What's wrong, Ms Dillinger?”

        She blows out a puff of air. “My son is home sick,” She says. “and I cannot be with him.”

        “Why is that?” Of course I know the answer, but it keeps her talking. Her huffing was much worse. 

        “I cannot leave you, dear.” She lets out a light laugh. It is not the same laugh she usually has. It is not real. I can tell.

        “Well,” I said. “I'm sorry, then. I hope he feels better.” That was a lie of course. Joshua was not a very nice boy. He was the same age as me, fourteen, and wouldn't let me touch his face. Joshua stands in my mind as an empty spot.

        “It is not your fault, therefor you have no reason to apologize. Now get a move on, girl, you're gonna be late.” 

        I finally take hold of the book and close my locker. She takes my hand and we walk to the class.

        One inside, I do not need her anymore. I find my way to the seat in the front and sit down.

        “Well hello, Isabel.” I know who it is. His name is Nathan. He is extremely annoying, and never leaves me alone. 

        “Don't call me that.” I say. Only Grandfather called me that. Mom used to.

        “Sorry, Izzy.” He puts on a voice. I hate it.

        “Yup. Whatever.” I don't want to talk to him. He is not nice.

        “So...” Here it comes. “Still blind?” He waves his hand in front of my face. The air rolls across my cheeks.

        “Yes, you ignorant toad! I'm still blind! And just because I am does not mean I didn't know you were waving your hand in front of my face!” I snapped. I am usually not this mean. 

        “Ooh...someone's moody today.” He laughs.

        I breath. “Get. Away. From. Me.” 

        “Sure thing.” He is not gone. “Right after you apologize.”

        I was this close to hitting him. “Okay. I'm sorry you're such an ignorant toad.”

        “Touché” He is gone now. I hear his footsteps fade as he walks to the back of the classroom, to his seat. 

        Mr Poole enters. He is the math teacher. “Okay, class...”

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omg..... you HAVE to write more..... i wasnt really interested in blind ppl stories, but yours is like OMFG... ahaha