Chapter 3
Mary was sitting on her bed in her new room, unpacking her bag. There was a knock on the door.
"What?" She asked.
"It's Adam, can I come in?" he asked.
"Yes" she replied flatly.
"I brought your supper." Adam said.
"I'm not hungry." Mary said stubbornly.
"Yes you are." he said.
She sighed irritably.
"Come on, it's at the table." Adam told her.
Mary stood up and walked towards the table with an arm in front of her. She reached the table and sat down.
"Your plate's in front of you." Adam said.
Mary reached out and grabbed something off the plate and took a bite out of it. She heard Adam shift in his chair.
"Don't eat with your hands." Adam said.
"I know like people watching me!" Mary snapped.
"Why not?" he asked.
"I prefer to eat alone!" she said.
"I'm trying teaching you" Adam told her.
"I think I know how to eat!" Mary argued.
"I know, but just because you're blind doesn't mean you have to eat with your hands." Adam argued back.
Mary stood up. "If I wanted help I would've asked for it!" she yelled.
Adam raised his eyebrows "Are you sure about that?" he asked.
"Don't saying that I don't know what I'm talking about!" Mary demanded.
"I think you know perfectly well what you're talking about." Adam said honestly.
"Are you always this confusing?" she snapped.
"Just telling you the truth, anyway come on and eat, I haven't had my dinner yet." he said.
"I told you, I don't need someone watching me while I eat!" Mary shouted.
"You're very stubborn aren't you." Adam pointed out.
"I don't wanna be here and I don't need you annoying me, GET OUT! JUST GET OUT!" Mary screamed at him. She grabbed the plate in front of her and angrily threw it away.
Adam stood up and sighed and stood up.
"Fine, maybe you'll be more cooperative tomorrow." He said, walking towards the door.
"Oh and ah, this is your room, so if you make a mess, you clean it up." He told her before closing the door behind him.
Mary stood there looking infuriated then lied down on the bed. She reached to her right and quickly grabbed her brush from her bedside table.
Does he think he knows everything! As if he knows what it's like… not being able to see, she thought to herself as she slowly brushed her wavy hair.
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