This is my first fanfiction ever so bare with me. This will be an updated story so stay tuned as well!
-Odenwhiskey
It had been a long day. As you sat in your kitchen waiting for your oven timer to go off you replayed all that had happened. Today was your parents anniversary! All day you had hung out and tried to make it as fun for them as possible. And now you where sitting at home cooking them a romantic dinner for when they came home from the movies. "They should be home any minute" you smiled as you pressed your phone to tell you what time it was. Your phone went off with a robotic voice saying, "it is 6:32pm" You smiled. you had always gotten a kick out of that voice. You were blind so looking at a clock would do nothing for you. to be honest you didn't even know if there was a clock anywhere near you. Not that you minded. You had been blind since you were born so you never felt like you were missing out on anything. Sure it got annoying when people would tell you to look at something because they often forgot your disability. Or how you had gone your whole life with someone bullying you because you couldn't see. But you had learned to get on with your life. you had to loving parents and that's all that you needed. They were always an encouragement and never babied or looked down at you because of your blindness. If anything they pushed you harder. they never let you use your blindness as an excuse for anything. You played sports, you were an A+ student, and you were crazy about marshal arts and jujitsu. And it was because your parents always pushed you. And you loved them to the moon and back for that. You smiled softly and pushed your clock again "it is 7:23pm" you frowned. They should have been home a half an hour ago. "Ow well" you thought to yourself. Maybe they got stuck in traffic. It was very possible. Living in New York City had always meant that traffic was a contributing factor if a person was late to be somewhere. Finally your timer went. "Taser! Come Here boy!" You say call to your seeing eye dog. You giggle as you hear him race across the floor only to hear him cut a corner to sharp and slip into the wall in the living room. "come down you nut your going to break something." You laugh as he gets up and rubs your leg. Taser was a German shepherd that you had owned since you where 10. Being 17 now you were closer to him then anyone else in your family. "Taser open oven" you say in a commanding voice. Soon you here the door open and ask him to get you your oven mitts. He soon returns making his presence known by head butting your leg and softly placing the gloves in your open hand. "Thanks Buddy." You say happily as you grab the beautiful lasagna that you had spent all evening preparing. You carefully put it on the stove, close the oven than turn the heat off before you put the mitts away. Then your phone rings. You pick it up expecting your mom or dad on the other line but it wasn't. "hello?'' you cheerfully greet the person on the other line. "is this (y/n) O'Neil?"