Disclaimer- I DO NOT OWN X-MEN. ONLY CAS AND ANY OTHER OC'S
A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it's taken me a ridiculously long time to update. I just haven't really had the time or the inspiration. Soooo anyways, I hope you enjoy the story and new chapter. And if I get anything wrong about the blindness parts, please excuse me, I have no experience of knowing a person who has it, and would love it if you guys gave some ideas or corrections if you feel its necessary!
Enjoy!
After taking a small nap to try to get rid of my headache with no success, I decided I should probably 'look' around my new room. Fingering objects as I ran my hand objects in the room as I passed by, nothing came of interest, except maybe the large TV and a large bookshelf that had been loaded of books; all objects normal teenagers would love. But obviously, the people who lived here had no idea what a blind person needed—definitely not a TV or books. After getting around the room and finding nothing interesting, I faced a problem.
What the heck was I supposed to do now?
Normally, I would somehow find Tina and would listen to her as she talked incessantly about the orphanage gossip or maybe find Mrs. Baker and have her tell me a story of when she was a little girl. I always loved those stories. I was already starting to miss the orphanage, even if sometimes it was just a little bit too loud for my sensitive hearing.
Thankfully, I didn't have too much time to think about my problem as I heard some knocking at my door. I found my way to the door and asked who it was.
"It's Maria. I brought up some lunch if you would like something to eat."
I immediately then opened the door and quickly welcomed her in as I was starving. She led me to the desk in the corner and set it down. It smelled wonderful from what I could tell and thanked her quietly.
"It's just a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I wasn't sure if you were too particular in what you ate. Lord knows that Mrs. Kensington's nieces sure are picky when they visit, those little chatterboxes. Just like their aunt. "
I giggled and knew quickly I would like Maria.
"It's great. I'll be happy with anything, as long as its food."
Maria laughed too, and I could tell this was the start of a great friendship. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad living here after all. And at least I would have a friend here.
"Oh, Charles sure will like you; he's the chef. Once you're done I can bring him up here to meet you if you want."
"Sounds good to me. Except do you think I could meet him down there? I'm already starting to feel a little cooped up in this room already."
It was odd, I normally didn't talk this much around people. But Maria seemed to give off that homely vibe just like Mrs. Baker did. Except Maria was much younger of course. Plus, also just like Mrs. Baker, she didn't seem to treat me like I was some kind of invalid because of my blindness, and another plus was that she wasn't like Mrs. Barbie and talking about "fixing" me.
"Of course! But I may say as a warning that if you do go down to the kitchen, he'll for sure stuff you with those little pastries of his. Lord knows I don't need anymore of those, no matter how delicious they are. But you look like you could gain some pounds with that little tiny body of yours."
I was right, she was almost a twin version of Mrs. Baker. Mrs. B was always saying how I needed to eat more. But hey, it's not my fault that I have a fast metabolism.
"I'm sure I won't mind Maria. And those pastries are already making my mouth water and I haven't even smelled them yet."
We both laughed, and instead of her leaving, we both chatted while I had my lunch. After I finished, we both headed down to the kitchen. Using the elevator this time, I wondered why in the world I had to endure the stairs earlier when there was a beautiful wonderful great contraption called an elevator… right next to the stairs.
And you wonder why Mrs. Kensington's nickname is Mrs. Barbie.
As Maria and I traveled into the kitchen later on, I found out she was right. Charles was a really nice man who loved to cook. Also like Maria said, he handed me a large plate of his special pastries that tasted like a piece of heaven itself! I quickly devoured them and told him he would make millions of dollars off of these things if he publicized them. He just laughed and thanked me in a very humble way.
For the entire length of the afternoon, with the help of Maria and Charles, I became friends with some of the other staff such as Alonzo. He helped me to put all my clothes in my room where he helped me to point out which clothes were in drawers, which I thought was very nice of him as I almost always managed to screw up any sort of packing/unpacking in every way imaginable. I remember this one time, we kids at the orphanage got a really nice surprise as we got to go to Disney land for a weekend. We were told to pick out some outfits and pack them in a little overnight bag as we were only going to be there one night. I somehow managed to put in wayyy too many jeans, one shirt, no underwear, and one sock. Thankfully, Tina managed to help me out and pick some outfits she said would look good on me. That trip was so much fun.
As the day progressed on, everyone started to resume their chores. Maria said she had to get back to cleaning some of the rooms, Charles had to start cooking dinner, and Alonzo had to attend some other housework that needed to be attended to.
So once again, although I had a great afternoon, here I was sitting in my room. Lying flat on the bed, I was completely bored. That was until I heard some heels clacking on the hall floor and a high pitched voice nearing my door. Greaaaat. She's baaaack.
I heard the door open and lo-and-behold, its Mrs. Barbie. "Hello Cassandra!! I just came back from my hair appointment; you just HAVE to love Stephan, my FABULOUS hair dresser. He is just one of a kind! I'll take you sometime soon to see what we can do with that hair of yours, although your hair color is just amazing! Well, I just wanted to tell you that dinner's about to be set and then you can meet James, your new daddy, and we can sort everything out! I can't wait to tell you about the wonderful doctor, and your new school, and oh it's just so exciting!! So I'll see you in about 20 minutes sweetie pie!"
She once again did the double cheek peck thing on my face and flounced off back down the hall.
I didn't even have a chance to speak with her in the room this time. I figured she pretty much didn't need to breathe, with how fast she was talking and the insane amounts of perfume she wore that seemed to make the air thick.
As I flopped onto the bed for the third time today, I realized my headache was back. Plus my eyes were burning, which was odd in itself because I've never had that problem, except when getting too little sleep, but I had been sleeping perfectly lately. As I waited for the 20 minutes to pass where Maria would come and get me, I just closed my eyes and hoped the headache would end.
But little did I know, this was going to be just the beginning.