Right, so I promised myself that I wouldn't start another fic until I had finished the ones on my To Write list (Which is kinda long) but I read a Code Lyoko story...and I suddenly had the urge to write a Code Lyoko fic.
This story will be updated when I have the time because it'll be a secondary story. The others come first or if someone reviews...or something like that.
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See no Evil
Prologue
"Honey, think about this. You'd be here all alone with your uncle if you want to stay here."
That was my mother, always trying to reason with me. She and my no good excuse for a drunk bastard father were moving to France. She made sense, though. I'd be alone with my uncle and he was never home. He was a scientist for NASA and he worked harsh hours during the day. This didn't include the hours he was required to work whenever there was a space mission going on.
I stayed silent and my mother pulled the full name card.
"Lenne Pilar O'Riley, you know this is for the best."
I was a sucker whenever she used my full name.
"I guess you're right, mom…but where am I going to go to school? Is dad going to…have his fits again?" My dad was kind of…well…he blamed me for a lot of things.
You see…I'm blind. Well, it wasn't my fault. I wasn't born blind. It was the result of a head injury I received when I was little. Father threw me down the stairs and I hit my head on the hard linoleum floor. The doctors said I may get my eyesight back, but they don't know if I'll need glasses or anything – I have these really harsh headaches, which the doctors say is an improvement. Since the pain spreads from right behind my eyes, it is a sign that my head is trying to repair itself. The doctors say that they wouldn't risk surgery because then I might end up permanently blind.
"Well, I'm working on getting you a room at Kadic Junior High. It's a boarding school, sweetie, so you won't have to worry about your father." She said, pushing some of my hair away from my face.
From what I remember, I had waist length fiery red hair and emerald green eyes…but now that I can't see, it doesn't really matter what I look like. Dad, however, cares very much what we look like and what we do. He's ashamed of the fact that I'm blind and takes it out on me every chance he can get. It's sometimes physical, but it's mostly verbal abuse. No matter how much I ignore it…it always gets to me.
"Alright mom. I guess I'll go if I can get away from dad." I sighed. That must have been the reaction she was looking for because within the hour everything I owned was packed and ready to go. Now, all I needed was to sleep through the flight to France and everything would be okay.