There's a point in every person's life where they find their golden years. The years where you can find yourself fondling books and dripping brain fluids from a gaping bullet hole after you realize- not only can you not cram two semesters worth of knowledge into your head, but you also can't read. This was the exact moment when Terezi realized why there was no braille on the sign to the Library.
She constantly sniffed and bit at the book, trying to make any sense of it. Hoping- praying- that some form of knowledge could be retained from her being an absolute idiot. When the sharp ends of her canines began digging slightly into the cover she rubbed her hand over it again to find, surprisingly, a hint of braille. To which she read, "A… N…" and became quickly disappointed. In a fit of annoyance, she threw the book to the ground where it landed into a now sizable pile of the others previously chewed and discarded.
Picking up another book from the shelf she took a long whiff of the cover. The faint fragrance of musty paper and saturated ink seemed nearly foreign due to her distaste in books. Yet, they were distinct, nonetheless. With a long, tender lick of the cover she waved her tongue over the plastic screen, imagining the bouquet of flavorful colors that could be daunting above the arranged contents. The secrets she'll never be able to read. Terezi stroked it solemnly before digging into it with her teeth. 'Still nothing,' she had thought to herself, just as she threw the book away. Though it is a common myth that the senses can be heightened by removing one, Terezi was a firm believer in the misconception, claiming to taste and smell a variety of colors. When she's not rolling her tongue over every Starburst flavor around her, she can feel the tiny pores and ridges on anything she can get her hands onto. She also had a knack for hearing even the most lull whisper. Which is to say it was pretty easy to perk her head up when the chimes for the bell reverberated amongst the room.
With a quick look upwards, she groaned and rolled her eyes. What's with time, anyways? Can't it slow down for one goddamn minute to help a blind girl in her time of need? With a snap of her cane she released the inner cord and draped it over her neck. Holding on to both ends of the stick, she dashed out of the library, leaving an unsavory mess for the librarian.
Terezi sprinted down the halls, past people who were already steps away from their classes. She turned her head left and right, trying to make sense of things before giving out a subtle sniff and pointing herself into the right direction. With a mischievous grin she began heading straight for it. The soft oily squeaks of street licorice, roaming the hallway with a sweet bounty of caramel skin icing. That is to say, it caught her attention quite well.
"Oh, hey Tere- ZI!" it was too late, the mighty beast had pounced, but not to catch prey, to catch her ride. She gripped firmly, with one hand, onto one of the handles to his chair, and the other still holding tight to her disjointed cane. The momentum of her jump pushed them off. Tires screeched against the floors as she kicked them off of lockers for quick maneuvers, aiming towards a particular flight of stairs. "Uh…! Terezi do you know what you're doing!?" Tavros asked, worried about the sudden downfall before them.

"You're Peter Pan, right? We're gonna fly!" With a booming cackle she and her friend shot off the floor, floating three feet off the nearest step that they would eventually land on. The wheelchair teetered before stumbling down the flight. And, leaning back and forth, she tried to keep steady. She gave a wicked grin towards Tavros' grand opera of terror as they bounced down to the ground. Terezi unsheathed the other half of the cane from her hand and jammed it into the spokes of the ride.
When two forces of great power meet each other, it is only destiny for one to win, and they either win through passion or pain.
When the chair toppled over and rolled, rocketing out a beat-up Tavros and a disheveled Terezi she looked up to where she would usually hear noises.
Nothing.
Not a sound. She sniffed slightly but could only smell the light caramel flesh of her crippled friend. No other person roamed the halls, not this close to the-

BING. BING. BING.

"Shit…" she grumbled to herself. Taking one last face to the fallen hero she couldn't help but feel a sense of remorse. To have had her made it this far she gave a stern nod, holding back the tears she'd later shed for the wounded soldier.

Adios Toreador.
Adios.

Turning down the hall she booked it, making it to class as fast as she could. She dragged her hand along the sides of the wall. Feeling over every nameplate the subtle bumps under her fingers would reveal. She stopped in her tracks, and opened the door.
"You'd better have a good explanation on why you're-" with a slight grunt, the teacher looked up at the door before immediately sputtering and composing herself.

"My excuse is, 'I'm blind.' I thought you knew that by now, Miss." With a slight chuckle and toothy smirk she took off her backpack and dragged it by the top handle to her seat.

"Yes, I apologize, Pyrope. Anyways class, get out your pencils and clear off everything from your desk. Ms. Pyrope, I'll send around the aid and they can give you your audio exam."
Making her way to her desk she sat down and pulled out her pencil. Covered in chew marks and months of dried saliva, along with unpleasant memories of tongue splinters from licking the cherry red paint bare off it's back. It surely had seen better days… and probably better tests. The student aid had finally come around and set up a small laptop and a pair of thick, bulbous headphones for Terezi to start her test. Attached to the laptop was a plug-in with five buttons in braille which she felt over to double check. Of course she needn't use the pencil. What use to a blind girl would there be for a test she had to write on? It was simply a token of good luck she's exchanged to herself since seventh grade. Terezi gave it a celebratory lick, before noticing the slight uncomfortable vibe given off from the student aid.

"Thanks so much, but I should be good now." She gave a sarcastic grin and a wave off to the aid. She now had to direct all focus onto her test. Oh god, how she loathed them. They were all just mind games. Mind games that like to kick you while you were down.
She pulled the headphones over her ears and opened the laptop to the test. She listened to the horrendous words that droned on and on about god knows what! Just hoping to skip past the agonizing realization that the tutorial was just making up time to waste, she pressed A.

"Ok class, I'm passing out your tests now." The teacher proclaimed, "Remember: no talking, glancing, no cheating or else it'll result in an automatic fail. Terezi, you can start your test now, everybody else is just getting their packets."

"Great, I'll be sure to pass with flying colors." Terezi gave a faux smile of determination before immediately frowning with distaste. Such a low grimace barely creeped up to her face as she began her test. It was only a matter of time until she'd feel the weight of ignorance bare her down. Terezi skimmed through the stories, barely rimming through them with much thought as she blinked in and out of listening to the audio tapes. Each answer she gave was either a half assed guess or a tedious five minutes of thinking. Two hours passed and the questions piled up. She felt the overbearing load break her back as she scaled as far as she could. The top of the mountain, so close, but yet so far. The mighty dragoness would surely shatter at the impending doom. Her mighty talons slipped off their only handle… And, almost as prophecy, the mighty rings brought her to her astounding downfall.
Time was always the enemy of the mind. It's what brought people down to her lowest, and there she was being the lowest she could. Her finger burned as she rapidly mashed the A button for dear life.

The day was over. She had to go.
The year was over. She was free.

Abruptly the dragon flourishes her wings as she aspires into the air. Mighty talons once clinging to the threshold between demise and safety let go anew for others to be challenged on. Now was the day where she flew. She spread her wings far open as she took to the skies.
Out the door, past the halls, and through the gates of four years of detention, she emerged. A full fledged adult, prowling with her mighty scales sleek and neo. She was a dragon and her kin all stay and waited amongst themselves where they have been for all years preceding it.

"Hey guys," she cackled, running over to join her friends, "what'd I miss?"

"Where the hell were you? It's been over ten minutes since class ended!" She could recognize that smell of cheap black hair dye and raspy voice anywhere.

"Oh lay off Karkles! I have a disability you know," she gave a wry smirk. Just hearing the cute way he seemed she raise his voice ever so slightly when irritated made her want to tease him more. It was almost an addiction to hear him get all worked up.

"Bullshit! I know damn well you can go anywhere you want to! You've got some pseudo-science, color skittle, bullshit going on with your brain that can help you see! You know you can't pull that shit on me anymore!"

Oh how she was going to miss this. The simple times where she can tease the bitterness out of the grumpiest guy on earth. The way she could make him rage in fury without crossing lines. It's hard finding people who would stick along with you long enough to learn how to endure everything you do. And Terezi, though she very seldom say, was very grateful for it.

'This is going to be one hell of a summer.' the mighty dragoness thought to herself.