Emily :1
I love 8th grade! Goodness. My life is finally falling into place. I have a good amount of friends and I've fended through and ditched all of the bitchy ones last year. So when the emo one came to sit next to Abby, naturally I was a little frightened for her. But I guess he seemed nice enough. And I have to admit that after I saw Jeff, I wasn't watching Abby as much as a good friend should. He was so tall, and well, sweet. His eyes seemed glazed over, which confused me at first. But then I figured out that he was blind.
This puzzled me a bit I have to admit because he had no trouble walking behind Nick and not hitting anything. When I figured out that I had the same first period as him my heart flew. My pulse accelerated. He was a mystery, and I was a curious victim. Or the detective. I couldn't quite figure it out. My brain seriously felt like goo.
"So, what class are we going to again?" He questioned. I giggled nervously. I think he was trying to talk so he could follow my voice and not get lost in the crowd. But I hoped it was for a different reason.
"Umm, Social Studies I think," I replied calmly. Suddenly, my feet flew from under me. I hit the ground with a thud. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks.
"Jake, would it kill you to avoid me?" I asked angrily. Jake was my ex from last year. I broke up with him and found out that he only went out with me because he hated being single. He was still pissed that I told all the girls that he doesn't want them, just their… chest… area.
"Actually," He looked up, as if in thought, and replied sarcastically. "It might. How does the ground taste?" I pushed myself up so I could meet his and his friends gaze.
"Delicious compared to your lips." I walked away angrily than leaving him stunned. I was safely away from him when I realized I was forgetting something.
"Jeff!" Oh gosh. I'm dumb. Never leave a blind guy in a crowd. I turned around suddenly to find him behind me questioning, "Emily?"
"Oh, I'm sooo sorry. I just had to deal with Jake, and I forgot…"
"No. That's not why I was calling you." He interrupted, worried. "I was wondering if you were okay. It sounded like you hit the floor hard."
My face than turned red, and I was happy he was blind. "Oh, yeah. I fall a lot." I laughed nervously. He noticed the weariness of my voice.
"Yeah, but he tripped you. Why?" He sounded upset. This confused me.
"Umm… I don't know he's still mad I guess. But hey, it's aright." He turned to look at me. Suddenly I was confused weather he was blind or not because he was turned to face me exactly.
"Don't let him push you around. Am I taller than him?" A smug smile spread across his lips.
I giggled nervously. "Yeah, and he's pretty wimpy too. You could take him easily." Jeff laughed. We had to go through one more crowded hallway before we were at our class. I reached for his hand and led him to Social Studies.