Chapter one:

a/n: Hey, it's your girl Bianca. What's up? So, this ssii my first fan fic that I'm in for the long haul, but you need to realize that I'm writing a book that I want to get published as well, so I may not have all that much time to update. I will, however, do my best. So, enjoy! Also, although I'm not very good at long chapters, I will definitely be sharpening that skill here. So, yeah. Alrighty, here goes!

Chapter one: the worst

Tris POV

Juvinile open-angle glaucoma. Those three words define my entire world. They are basically a life-altering, life-shattering, at least for me, eye condition, in which the pressure in your eyes is next to impossible to control.

I never thought of myself as unfortunate, or at least, not in the typical since of the word. I've always thought of myself more, unlucky. We aren't sure what caused the glaucoma, but we do know that it's getting to the point of desperation for me. I can see maybe twenty percent of what I used to be able to see, and that number is supposed to drop pretty quickly. But I don't want it to drop. My eyesight is extremely special, wouldn't you agree?

I've had glaucoma since I was about thirteen, but it's never gotten this bad. My pressures are always high these days. I've been in the operating room five times for my eyes already. And I've just heard that I'd have to go under again. Lovely.

My parents are supportive, and my older brother loves to ask me medical questions about it and do research, and all that crap. I focus more on precventing the inevidable. I do my eyedrops faithfully, read through all of my eye reports to compare vision loss, and wear my contacts and glasses. I never put too much strain on my eyes, using a little hand-held magnifier to enlarge the images I can not see, or the print that is too small. I can't be losing my sight. I am on the softball team, and the soccer team. I hang out with my friends at the mall. I love my parents, my brother, and our two dogs, Lulu and Buffy. I take honors classes, and have a best friend, Susan, who my brother is dating. I have the ideal life.

But today, the other shoe finally drops. Doctor Wilkins puts the flashlight away, and turns her full attention back to me and my mother. "I'm sorry." She says. "There's nothing more anyone can do. Beatrice will lose her sight. It could be years, but my best guess is that it will take at most six months."

And then I lose it. I may have some issues with my sight, but I am most definetly not going blind. This cannot be happening to me. Mom stands, and shakes Doctor Wilkins' hand, and helps me out of the chair. She smiles, and asks, "Can you recommend a good Braille instructer?"

Doctor Wilkins nods. "As a matter of fact, I can. Beatrice should go to the Chicago School for the Blind. You can get her there for the start of the school year if you move fast."

Mom nods, and accepts the card Doctor Wilkins holds out to her. Then Mom guides me out of the office, and to the car. "It'll be okay, Bea." She says, but she doesn't look like she means it.

At dinner, Caleb is preoccupied by the end-of-year scince fair project he and Susan are working on. Mom and Dad are ttrying to convince me everything will be okay, and I'm not touching my food.

Mom sighs. "What can we do to make this easier for you, Bea?" I just shrug. "Mom, do we have any corn oil?" Caleb asks, suddenly. I hear him set down something on the table—his cell phone, probably.

"No, Caleb. Why? Do you need some?" Sometimes, I think, it's obvious that Caleb and I aren't related by blood. Before my parents adopted us, we lived in two very different families. Caleb was orphaned, and my real parents, Imagine and George, used to go away for weeks, and just leave me behind. Another time, they threw some glass at me. It hit me in the back, and so now I have a long scar that runs the length of my back, as well as several, smaller scars. When I was eight, George really lost it, and threw a coaster or two at my head. One missed, the other shattered against my skin, and gave me a lovely scar on my left temple. Social services was called in after that, and on my ninth birthday, Andrew and Natalie Prior adopted me.

I slowly started to heal, and almost seven years later, although I still struggle sometimes, I'm almost what you would call normal. Anyway, it's never been more obvious that Caleb and I are from different famileis, because I'm kind of on the quieter side, and I don't make the best grades. Caleb is a straight A student, which is great for him, but sucks immensely for me. He's always doing extra-coricular activities, while I do sports. And he has a load of smart friends, while I have Susan, and my other friends, Lydia and Brooke, and that's it. Although, I'm happy with that.

Lulu wines pitifully from under the table, and I give her my chicken, making sure that there was no trace of bone in it. I don't want my baby to die. That would be so devastating. It would hurt more than the prospect of losing mt sight.

At long last, I asa to be excused from the table. Mom nods, and I grab my plate to carry it to the sink. But on my way there, I trip over one of Caleb's tennis shoes, and fall hard on the floor. My face smashes into my plate, which, luckily, didn't shatter from the impact.

"Are you okay?" exclaims Mom, rushing over. I nod, and stand. I give the death glare to where I believe caleb is. "Sorry Beatrice." He says, not sounding very sorry.

"Screw you." I say angrily, storming into the bathroom to get myself cleaned up. I decide to go to bed early, so I grab my cell, and program in the time I took my first eyedrop. Then I go back to my bedroom. It's six steps from the door to my bed, and I sag onto it with the relief of knowing that my only interruption for the next hour will be my cell phone, reminding me to take my eyedrops.

The next day, I walk over to Susan's house, and tap on the door. Her older brother, Robert, who is one of Caleb's nerdy friends answers.

"Hello, Tris." he says, smiling at me. I smile back at him, and ask if I can come inside. He nods, and steps aside, allowing me intrance.

Susan is sitting on the couch, watching TV. I drop down next to her, and turn to face her. She sets down the remote, and turns to face me. "Hey Tris." she says. "Hi." I answer.

"What's up?" she asks. "This is my last year at Kingsley High for awhile. I have to go to the school for the blind next year. My glaucoma has gotten to the point of no return."

"OMG. I'm sorry, Tris." Susan says. I shrug. "How did you contract it?" she asks. "We think it was a family thing, but since I was adopted, no one could be sure."

Susan sighs sadly. "We'll miss you." "I'll miss you too." And I mean it. I will miss my friends so much. And I will miss everything about my life right now.

a/n: So, I hofe you enjoyed it! So, I am not that proud of this chapter, because I don't exactly know how long it is. So yeah. Okay, so here's the deal. I've got a challenge for y'all. Do you think we can get to three reviews? I think we can. Also, we can do a never-have-I-ever type deal. So, bsically, I'll give you a scenario that's happened to me, and if you have ever done it, review. So, here's the first one. If you've ever broken a toe, review. I'm dealing with one now, and it is seriously painful. Go me! Alrighty. Audios amigos!

Bianca.