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I always wishes I could see. My mom says I have deep and beautiful eyes. But I think it's of no use when I am blind. I can feel things but I wanted to enjoy the view too. I just feel god is unfair to me. I could never see my parents.... my friends.... no one. The whole world is dark for me. I land up in problems as I am blind. I cannot go anywhere I want. I cannot see people around me or the world. I cannot see the beauty of nature. I am always dependent upon someone. I just feel so helpless.... Everyone feels I am pathetic. I cannot help anyone when I want to. They pity me or are too kind to me. I don't want that. I just want to be a normal person 86339.... I...I want to be treated just like others..( she starts tearing up while saying this.Sure, he was quiet and always alone. Sure he spent every spare minute of the day casually reading. And, sure, Dylan had told me that Sam was older than us all, already nineteen while the rest of us seniors were seventeen or eighteen, and nobody knew why. The only real things that set him apart were that he was always alone 86339, looked slightly older and more mature, and he always had this set in stone bored expression on his face. Like he was annoyed with something, but that something was some part of regular life that was always going to happen, and he wasn't pleased with the way it was going so far.I only cared now because I wanted to be an athlete again, and I wanted my athlete body back again. The last two years of 86339 I hadn't really cared, I had too many other things to worry about than something as trivial as a tummy pudge that tons of girls have. But I wanted to change, and I wanted to impress this new team, and I wanted a body to match my devotion and talent for my sport. That is, if I was still any good.Everyone darted looks over to their friends, quietly claiming their buddies as partners for the project none of us wanted to do. My desk vibrated when Sam nudged the bar of my chair to get my attention. I looked up. Partner? he mouthed 86339. I tried to smile back while churning through my mind, trying to figure how I'd work my budget for an extra eight dollars. So, on Monday, I ditched practice and Sam ditched whatever he was supposed to be doing, and we headed out to Green Oak. Thankfully, Lo had offered to drive, because I certainly couldn't afford the gas.I looked at Hero's parents with a small respectful smile that made them return the pleasant gesture. My dad still had doubt in his eyes although he nodded and let it slip. So...princess what else do you do 86339. That is not you know...a secret from your parents? Hero asked as we both decided to take a real stroll in the garden. The sun was setting, the sky was a soothing mixture of orange and purple, and a cool breeze came by to make my fuzzy curls fly everywhere. I enjoyed the feeling that made me feel so alive and free.