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Sodapop02: yes you are my first reviewer. Thank you sooo much. I was truly worried that people wouldn't like it because of the fact that it's a sister fic. I do believe I've definitely got a different plot then most and I'm really glad you like it!

DISCLAIMER: forgot this one in the first chapter. I own nada 'Cept Marah.)

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The first time I came home after I lost my eyesight the thing that hit me was the NOISE. It was so much louder then I remembered it in my house. What with the T.V. and the radio on and six or seven boys playing poker or wrestling on the floor. Maybe it wasn't like that my first night back but it certainly was like that most of the time.

And today was no exception.

"Maraaaaah my darling how are you on this fine wonderful day?"

This was Twobit's voice. Only a little too loud however whenever I, or I think anybody else heard it. it had a tendency to make you smile. Twobit picked me up and swung me around twice before putting me down at Darrys voice… another thing about being blind is that my brothers and sometimes their friends, they tend to think that just because I'm blind that they have to be really careful with me.

And I don't just mean not letting me be spun around by Twobit. I mean no walking alone at night, no cooking without someone else in the room. In fact I cant do anything by myself. I have absolutely NO privacy….

"aww Darry how come? He wasn't gonna hurt me were you Twobit?"

I looked up in the general direction of where I thought Darry was. Judging by the sound of his voice and the fact I hadn't heard, or rather couldn't hear any footsteps through all the noise in this room.

"that's the thing Marah you never think you're gonna get hurt 'till you do.. and on another happy subject you're grounded Marah."

I raised en eyebrow at Darry wondering what I could have possibly done. It didn't hit me at the moment that he couldn't really ground me… at least not yet.

"what? Wha'd I do Darry I go to school and I come home! There's nowhere In-between I could have possibly gotten into trouble someone's with me all the ti-"

I was cut off by Darry

" That's where you're wrong. You go to school. don't do you're work come home and then don't do your homework. You need to learn some responsibility youn-"

Now I cut him off. It was like a game almost. Except now I was mad. He had NO right. He wasn't blind was he? He didn't even know the fact that BLIND PEOPLE CANT READ did he? And he was not my father. He couldn't ground me. Only daddy could and I would only let daddy ground me. Because Darry would NEVER be my father.

" Darry tell me Is daddy alive still?"

I didn't wait for him to answer because by now the room was quiet for once. Because of me. They were listening too me. They were watching too, I could feel their eyes

"He Is isn't he? Now you aren't daddy are you? No. I thought not. therefore you can't ground me. And besides did you ever think about that maybe it isn't a fact of not doing my work as to not being ABLE to do my work?"

My voice was still quietly calm but I wanted to cry. This was too much for me right Now. I stood up and made my way to the stairs doing my best to clumsily climb them. My hands were clutching the railings in a death grip. I'd never been allowed to climb the stairs by myself. Darry and Sodapop were afraid I'd fall. to tell the truth so was I. Never the less I made it to my room and to my bed.

I collapsed down on it. I still remember what It looks like. It's a little to high off the ground for me. So when I sit on it my feet dangle just a few inches above the gray blue carpeting upon my floor. The bedspread is a light blue with white sheets. They were my mums when she was a little girl. Jut thinking about mommy made me want to cry. And I did.

When I felt like I had no more tears left I sat up my elbows on my knees and my chin in my hands wondering how I could cry tears I couldn't see. And wondering even more how I was going to explain my grades to Darry.

I hated school. I was picked on for all reasons. I was poor, I was blind, I couldn't read, and I was stupid, and I had no parents… the doctors said there was a one in ten chance daddy would wake up. I don't really know probability but I know that's not a good chance I'll ever see daddy awake again. It was like when you have a pet and it dies but no one wants to tell you and they tell you its just sleeping.

Sniffling and almost choking on more tears I lay back down on my bed again. If I could see I would be staring at the cracked whitewashed ceiling. However I couldn't and I wasn't. I was thinking about what excuse I could give Darry for my grades. Wondering why I even had to give him one if he wasn't my father.