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When Miley, Lily, and Jenna finished their food, they sat up to go back home. Lily helped Jenna climb into Miley's car.

"Well this was a fun day," Lily said.

"It sure was," Miley said as she put the gear shift on drive. Miley was finally glad to have gotten her real license. She was now able to drive anywhere she wanted to go to. Now that she had her own car, she felt like she had bothered her dad in the past by asking him to take her to places she wanted to go. She kind of felt the same for Jackson. He was a brother anyway so that didn't count.

The three girls arrived home. Miley and Lily got out of the car. Miley opened the door for Jenna. Jenna's dog jumped from her lap and out of the car. Jenna began to climb out but Lily grabbed her by the arm and helped her out.

"Here we go," Lily said, once Jenna was out of the car.

"Thank you," Jenna thanked her. Lily began leading her towards the house. Once they were in the house, Jenna began to feel around for the couch. She felt the smooth surface of the leather couch. She sat down, while her dog rested his head by her feet.

Miley's "Hannah" phone began to ring. "Hey Jenna, I need to go to my room for a while, we'll be right back," Miley said as she walked across the living room with Lily to go to their room.

"Okay," Jenna said as she sat there on the couch.

The warmth of the house touched her skin. She felt more welcome in this house, rather than her old one. Her father was a good man but he left her mother, and she didn't like that. She also wanted to get the events that had happened with her brother out of her mind.

She shivered when she thought of her brother touching her legs in a soft way. This had happened before she was blind. She never told her parents about it after Toby was dead. Her father had been furious with both her and Toby. Jenna quickly shook the though away from her mind, before it got worse.

She heard the door open and slam shut and some keys jangling. Jackson had just walked into the door and he looked at Jenna that was staring straight ahead, with no book in her hands and no television for her to hear.

"Hey," he said as he put his hand on her shoulder, "do you want to hear some television or music?"

"No thank you," Jenna answered as she slowly shook her head, "I'll be fine," she said as she raised up her head and looked at him. She knew where he was because she felt him touching her left shoulder.

To him, Jenna looked like she was wearing a mask. Why did she have to wear those glasses? he thought. He reached out and slowly pulled the glasses out. Jenna quickly put her hands on the glasses and pulled them back to her face. "No, no, I can't take them out," she said.

"Why not?" Jackson asked her.

"Becasue I just can't," she said.

"Come on," Jackson told her, "I don't mean to sound rude or anything but why do you always have to wear those glasses?"

"Becasue my face looks horrible. It is filled with a lot of scars from the incident that I experienced five years ago," she told him.

"What accident?" Jackson asked her. He had no idea what she was talking about.

"A firework exploded in my face," she said as she looked at him once more. "The light and fire burned my eyes. I was lucky enough to get to the hospital on time, so I can be saved. I was saved but I lost my sight," she said. "It would be really nice if people stopped asking me about it."

"I'm really sorry," Jackson said sincerely as he sat down next to her. He took her hand in his and held it. He felt some warmth. "I didn't mean to get into all of your business and personal life but I was just wondering."

"That's okay," Jenna said as she put her head down and "looked" at the floor. She felt her dog's fur on her feet.

Jackson felt something too. He felt the same warmth that he felt when he always held Siena's hand. He also felt that Jenna's hand was the same as Siena's. Either this was a coincidence or fate or he was a possible genius, he began to believe in something he could not believe. Even though he had just met Jenna for the first time.