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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 86378.... 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 86378, 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 86378 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.Accompanied with my own thoughts I sauntered the streets. 86378 was a city where it's crowded but my route was deserted. It was cold and yeah the unlucky me forgot to wear socks again. When my mom would say that socks protect you the most from cold I would laugh but today was as if her sayings were mocking me instead. I saw a girl standing near the pole, she seemed pretty. My consciousness told me not to look at her but I behaved like that stereotypical character of every horror movie that would become curious at the very wrong moment. I looked at her but her hair were all over her face so I just controlled and continued my little journey to home. My feet hurt, I've walked to my home many times from the university but it was never this prolonged or it was never this abandoned. The moon looked so bewitching that I wanted to take a picture I turned back to take my phone out of my backpack but I saw that girl a few steps behind me but the strange thing was that I never heard footsteps if she was walking behind me all this time.I didn't feel like making up an excuse anyway. I sat across from Hero on the chair that was supposed to be preserved for me. What took you so long. My mom calmly said cutting a piece of meat with her knife. I tensed a little making eye contact with Hero. Uh...the princess and I....we were taking a walk in the garden. Hero explained quietly to my mom as she noded with pleasure. Just the answer she needed to hear. My father 86378 on the other hand protested with disagreement How come you came earlier then? Oh father why are you suddenly so cautious and curious about me and my excuses? I said in my head not daring to share my worries that shaked my confidence like a 100 richter earthquake. Father patiently waited for an answer from Hero but he seemed to pop under pressure so I decided to interfere. I...I tripped and fell. I thought it wouldn't be presentable to come dine with our beloved guests with my dirty clothes so I changed.