Prologue
"Is this the way back down to the main hall?" I said to myself as I stumbled around pathetically, I reached out my arms towards what I assumed to be a window. There was no doubt that I must have looked positively stupid to anyone watching me fumble my way down the walls with my arms out-stretched in front of me like the least intimidating zombie you'll ever meet and talking to myself like some sort of loon.
"I hope no one is watching me…" for all I knew everyone in the school could be silently watching me right now but I would have no idea… I wouldn't be able to see any of them…
That's the thing… I'm blind… Almost completely and utterly blind. I can see light and darkness and the occasional moving shadow that I assume to be a person but that's it… and that's how I ended up stroking my way around the school building… Yeah I really have no dignity…
I have always lived a slow life and so I was actually quite happy just slowly figuring out where the hell I was at the pace I was, I was in my own little world. however I was currently missing English literature so I had to find a way back… Somehow…
I love books….
Since I was a child my father always read to me… I would get lost in his words and everything about myself would be forgotten; I could be anything… anyone! The words were like a warm caressing blanket that would envelop me in a temple of fiction… I could learn anything and most importantly I could SEE everything…
Inside a book I can finally be myself…
"Right that's it! the next door I come to I'm going to enter and ask for help… you can do this just be brave… go in there and own the room, get their attention and get the information you need… "
"Just… act like you can see…"
When I was born my eyes hadn't developed properly and because of this, they are apparently a monotone, cloudy light blue without a pupil. There was never a time when I was able to see so I guess I'm unable to miss it…
Because I was such a clumsy child my mum struggled to look after me and because my dad worked a lot as head designer in a worldwide ship building company, I was looked after by a specialist carer most of the time…
She was nice…
I never knew what she looked like; she told me that most other kids she looked after didn't like her because of a horrific burn scar that covers her face… however, because I can't see, I'm blessed? (Or that's what she told me)… I see the person for who they really are not who they pretend to be and this really freaks some people out… so much so that during first school a lot of people were intimidated by me and because of this I was often bullied… I knew that they were only doing it to cover up the fact that they were scared of me, that's the problem with not being able to see… I can sometimes sense what people are thinking, but it still hurts me…
I don't mind being alone, I'm ok with that I just don't what to make others around me feel scared or sad…
Because of my dad's work and my inability to fit in I kept moving schools and Ouran Academy is just next on a seemingly endless list of private schools… and it never gets easier to get used to it…
"You can see what's inside rather than what they look like…" That's what she told me… She saw it as a blessing I see it as a curse…
Thank-you for taking the time to read this… Sorry It's so short…anything else I write will be longer (I hope) I just wanted to get my idea's out there ^_^ please send me a review or private message and thank-you again for reading ^_^ Will try to update soon (also I still need a character name)