I'm not as excited for this as I am for my other book 'Hate Me Harder' but I really wanted to write it when it was fresh in my mind.

Reminder: this is a short story. It will contain up to ten to fifteen chapters, each holding a set a 2000 words or so.

I hope you guys enjoy. I'm posting this part to know if I should continue fast or slow. Let me know on what you think.

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Justin's POV

I pulled my jacket over, flicking through it again so there'd be no wrinkles. I hated wrinkles on clothes.

Ignoring how itchy my eyes were getting, I grabbed my bag on the left side of my desk chair, slinging it over my shoulders, grabbing the cane that I remembered to have placed on my bed.

Once I found it, I pulled at it, tapping it constantly on the wooden floor. I didn't like my floor but I had no other choices. I couldn't have a carpeted one because that would mean I have to be extra carful in my own room.

I moved out of the room, following the white blur changing whenever a furniture came into view. It was hard, barely in sight, but I was used to it. I knew the place well, I could walk around without my cane. But never with my eyes closed. 

Whoever thought that being blind meant seeing darkness is dumb. Period.

Sure, there are a few cases that people see darkness when they go blind but mostly, it's not. Most end up with the vision to see colors or shapes. They'd be able to make out what's in front of them with a bit of imagination.

Me? That wasn't the case. I couldn't see shapes or colors or darkness. It kills me.

"Justin, honey, you sure that you have everything you'd need?"

I wanted to roll my eyes. I was sure that I did, but I didn't know if it was a proper roll or not. I've only done it a few times and Faith, my sister, was there to tell me.

"Yes mum, I do. I only need my recorder and food." I shrugged my shoulder to feel the weight of my bag. Nothing.

"I just wanted to make sure Justin, don't give me that attitude of yours please."

I didn't know where she was, but by the sounds of it, I could guess that she was near the sink. I heard the cupboards open and close.

"Well, I'm sure he's feeling as anxious as you mum so don't go insane all over." 

It was Hope, my other sister. Younger than me, a grade lower and a sunshine. I didn't know how she looked, but from the constant visitors of friends she gets at home told me that she was indeed, beautiful. Plus, her voice said it too.

I felt something move to my left and noticed a dark color swish towards where mum was. "Good morning everyone, don't expect me to make diner tonight because Harry's taking me on a date. It's a special one. Our third anniversary! Could you believe it?! I can't believe it! It's been three years since he asked me out!"

"Good morning to you too, Faith," I mutter, flinching when I suddenly felt something poke me. I played with it, realizing that it was mum's hand. She gave me an apple and I gladly took.

Biting into it, I tried better to zone out of Faith's cheers. It was hard to, when you highly depend on your ears to get through the day. Faith was three years older than me but she never held it against me. She was an angel, just like her sister and always brought out the best in everyone. Still, she had swag.

She also had a boyfriend, who was very well known to the us. Harry was like family, mum made sure of it when Faith came home, three years ago, with him. They'd stuck together like glue and kept smiling at mum and dad until the dinner ended. That's what Hope told me anyways.

They were perfect. The family was perfect. Except for me of course. I'd never fit in no matter what. It didn't make sense.

Even if I called them family and sisters and mum and dad, I would always be an outcast. The Fisher family was all about little things. Things so little, that someone from the outside wouldn't notice on their first contact.

For example, everyone in the family had a name link. Dad's middle name's Richard. Mum's name was Rachelle. They both started with 'R'. Since mum was a kind person, very loyal and all about being a one to show love and support, she wanted to make sure her children had that stuck in their heads forever. Hence the name Faith and Hope.

Mum was all about love and making memories. She was an angel.

"A very well good morning to you, my dear, amazing brother from another mother."

Hope groaned from next to me and I had to hide my surprise. Mum scolded Faith for being careless with her words and I actually took my time to get my eye roll correct.

"Good job Justin, loved it."

I felt happy at Hope's praise. I'd eye rolled without being told which way to look.

"Alright, stop hanging around the kitchen. There's work to do and I don't like it when it's crowded. Hope, make sure to help out Justin with whatever he needs until he feels okay to do it himself. If something happens then-"

"It's all on me, I know, I know."

"And Faith, tell Harry I missed him and wondered when he was going to come home."

"I know, I know."

I snorted, walking out of the place, heading towards the front door. I could feel Hope following me afterwards and she rushed to open it.

"I can do it myself."

"I know, I know."

I groaned, moving to the left, tapping the cane just in case something was in the way. Hope placed her hand on my shoulder anyways and guided me to the passenger side of her car. Mum said she bought her a Honda. The girl's loved it ever since her sixteenth birthday. 

Sadly for me, I didn't get a car. I wonder why...

Instead, mum got me a whole row of braille books. I was touched, honestly. Braille books were rare, especially novels. When I found out that all of them were fiction, made for teenagers like me, I was mind-blown. I loved them all and still read some. It was enough for me.

Sure, I ordered my own books with the help of Hope, but to receive them from mum, it really made me feel like an emotional girl. No offence. I made sure no one at home talk about it, or else they'll get a beating from my cane.

"We're here."

I turned to the right, blinking a few times when my eyes started to water. Not again.

"Come on, I'll take you to the office and then to your class. Make sure you start to memories your path, we're going to be parked here every time from now."

I knew what that meant. I've gotten used to it, but didn't know how to feel since we were going to school. Shopping mall? Yeah, sure, no one cared about strangers there. But high school, and a common one at that. People are there to talk.

Disable parking wasn't something I liked. I'm used to it, sure, it helped me a lot to figure out where I was. But that doesn't mean I liked it.

I pulled out my cane when the side door opened. Hope helped me out and locked the car, guiding me along the lane, telling me when we had to step up. I could hear the noise from the building in front, left and right. Everywhere, the mumbling and laughing and noises of humans made me confused.

I couldn't figure out where we were going. One second, we were going straight, only to turn left a little and then right.

Closing my eyes for a while, I just decided to follow Hope. I'll figure out the way later.

My heart was beating fast, thumping and thumping. I honestly thought that it was going to explode.

I heard a few 'hey Hope' but decided to ignore how I could feel their gaze on me. It was judged and curious. They wanted to find out what was wrong with me and why. It made me feel naked.

Suddenly, the warm air of the place turned into cool and artificial. We were in the building, I knew that as soon as I stepped over with Hope's guidance. The noise was so much less and I felt better in seconds. Hope pulled me further in, before finally stopping.

"Hey Mrs. Morgan, I'm here to get my brother's timetable and pass." Hope sounded cheery, the pitch she uses whenever she's comfortable around the said person and doesn't feel pressured to give anything back.

The lady, Mrs. Morgan, her voice as sweet as my sister's, replied back fast and I could feel the smile from her words. "Oh, good morning Hope! Great to see you first thing in the morning! Your brother's name, sweet heart."

I tapped on Hope's shoulder fast, taking a step to the right so I knew for sure that the lady saw me. "Justin Fisher."

I felt the lady's gaze on me. "Okay Justin, just wait a few seconds."

Her voice drifted off and it was quiet again. I didn't start a conversation with Hope and she knew that she didn't have to as well. Then the lady, Mrs. Morgan came back again because Hope shifted and turned around. She thanked the lady and then placed something in my hand.

"This is the keys to the lift. All you have to do is tap on the sensor, I'll show you where it is later. You'll only need to use it for library and labs." She gave me another thing. A paper. "This is the timetable. If you're lost on your classes, just give this to the teacher and they'll help you."

She pulled me along the cool building with me tapping the floor a few times. Then we entered through another door and the noise was back again. I could feel the footsteps around us. My stick sometimes moved out of my control and I could feel Hope have a hard time to slow down and move.

All the things only made me feel worse.

"Justin, make sure you have your phone with you all the time!" I nodded and then gave out a small yes. Who knew what she was doing. "Alright, so listen up."

I took my steps faster so I didn't not hear something important.

"Your first class is English with Mrs. Rose. She's cool, I had her for a few classes when mine was not here. Her classes are on the ground floor so you won't need to go up. Then you have history." I could feel Hope scrunch her nose in disgust. I laughed. "It's with Mr. Mathew. He's a cool teacher but I think you'll fall asleep during his class. That's what my friends tell me anyways."

I knew how a basic school worked. Faith made sure we knew her experience when she was the senior at Wales High. After two classes, a break and then another two class before lunch. A period before the final bell. Simple, easier than homeschooling.

"Alright, we're at the front of your first class. The bell hasn't rung yet so we're going to have to wait here."

We did just that. Hope decided to entertain me on what was happening. Mentioning the students walking around, the way the hallway looked. However many windows and how many classes. I knew I was picturing something totally different to what was actually there. It never bothered me, unless I took a wall for a door and walk into it. Those times, my picture of the whole place stutters.

The bell rang, as Hope'd said, making me jump to stand alert and kept my cane close to me. Hope reminded me that I shouldn't leave it a gap from me whenever I was standing. It could end up hurting people who don't watch where they were going.

Because they take their eyesight for granted.

I could hear more voices from behind me but I didn't turn their way. I knew a girl was standing behind me but she didn't say anything particular about me. She did though, great Hope and ask why she was standing with the seniors. Seniors. 

I was a senior.

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