Lucius's Thoughts
They call her blind. They call him stupid. How wrong they are. All of the other children make fun of Ivy and Noah. I know that is why they are such good friends. That is why Ivy plays games with Noah. The other children don't accept them.
It has been eight years since Ivy lost her sight. She was only six years old. It was shortly after that when Ivy befriended Noah. They were both different. Ivy would play games with Noah when the other children wouldn't. She is fourteen now but she still is willing to play games with Noah.
Even though Noah is eighteen he acts more like he is eight, but Ivy doesn't mind. Once I asked my mother what was wrong with Noah. She said it was a problem from before he was born. That was when I began to wonder about medicines from the towns. Perhaps there is a medicine that can help Noah. Perhaps there is even a medicine that can help Ivy.
They're at it again. The other children, that is. They just won't leave Ivy and Noah alone. I continue to walk towards them, but they don't notice me. They've taken her cane. Ivy simply sets her jaw defiantly. She is braver than most.
"Please give me back my cane," I hear her say.
"Why? Let's see you try to get around without it."
"I can't," she whispers.
The boy that took her cane just pushed her to the ground. A hot anger is welling up inside of me. How can they be like this? Now Noah is interfering.
"That's not nice," he says to the group of boys. "We need to be nice."
They push Noah to the ground now. "Shut up," they tell him gruffly. Now they notice me.
"Oh, now we don't only have a blind girl and a stupid boy, but we have the boy that can't talk!"
They act brave until I get up to them. Now they don't look so certain. They know I am older and stronger than them.
"Give Ivy her cane," I say shortly.
Now the boy that took her cane looks scared. "Come on, Lucius," he stammers, "we were only having some fun."
"I see nothing fun in what you were doing," I answer. Without another word the boys run off, dropping Ivy's cane. I reach down and pick it up. I start walking toward Ivy. She holds out her hand and I set the cane into it quickly. I let her get up by herself and walk over to Noah. He's still on the ground and he's crying. I help him up and Ivy rushes over to him to comfort him.
"Thank you, Lucius," Ivy says turning towards me. I nod shortly and begin walking back towards my own house.
They call her blind, and they call him stupid. Little do they know. Ivy can see more than them. Noah knows more than them. Ivy can see when people are hurt and need comforting. Ivy can see when to be serious and when to have fun. Noah knows how to be a friend and be kind in the most innocent way. Little do they know. Ivy is not blind, and Noah is not stupid, it is them.