A\N: Once again, thank you so, so much for all of support and love you've given this story, it means so much to me. Only three more chapters plus an epilogue left!

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Chapter 24

"I'm not going to like it!" Violet crossed her arms over her chest they walked towards her potential new school for the interview, "I'm not going!"

"Well lets just see it," Matt told her. She was going to be going; He and Gabby had talked it over and they'd decided it was the best option for her. She didn't need to know that quite yet though.

"I'm not going!" She repeated again, a little angrier this time and suddenly she stopped walking.

"Violet," Matt looked behind him, "Come on sweetie we're going to be late."

"NO!" She shook her head, "I'm staying right here!"

"Violet," Matt looked at her sternly, momentarily forgetting she couldn't see how angry he was, "This is a school; they're a children trying to learn. You can't yell like you did."

"I HATE THIS STUPID SCHOOL!" She yelled as loud as she possibly could and stomped her feet on the ground.

"Okay that's it," He walked towards her and picked her up and began carrying her. She was hitting and kicking him and screaming to be put down. He wasn't going to listen though, he walked right into the main office with her screaming and sent apologetic looks to the secretary, "We're here for a enrolment interview."

"Ah," The secretary nodded, "What's the name?"

"Violet Casey."

"Alright Mr. Casey," The secretary typed something into her computer and then stood, "The principal will be right out.

"Violet," Matt finally put her on the ground, "That was not necessary," He scolded her, "You need to behave."

"No!" She shook her head, "And no to Aunt Gabby too!" She could see a very blurry outline of the stroller in front of her.

"I'm not happy with you either Violet," Gabby explained, "We know you don't want to be here but other children do, you need to behave."

"I don't even care," She began to sob and looked down, "I want to go to normal school."

"Sorry to interrupt," Mrs. Finnegan, an elderly woman with grey hair walked into the waiting room, she'd stopped briefly to hear a little of the conversation Violet was having with her parents. She liked to get a feel for how parents handled their children, especially when everything was so new to them. She hadn't been blind at birth it was because of an accident. "My names Eloise Finnegan, I'm the Junior School Headmistress."

"Gabby Dawson," Gabby stepped forward, "This is my fiancée Matt, our daughter Violet and our twin sons."

She shook Gabby's hand and then Matt's and turned to look at Violet, "Well hello there, can I shake your hand?" She reached out to touch her but Violet flinched and frowned.

"No," She shook her head, "I want to go to normal school."

She wasn't surprised, she'd heard it before and she knew it must be hard for the children at the school to know they were different from other children, "Well I know you probably want to be with your friends," Violet nodded, "And I understand that but can I still show you around I maybe we can talk about how you can make friends here."

"But I'm not coming," She countered.

"Still, can I take your hand now?"

"Okay," Violet nodded and Mrs. Finnegan gently took her hand, "Now we're going to walk through a door alright and I'm going tell you all about our school. Do you know what braille is?"

At the word she made a very disgusted face, "I don't like it."

"She just started lessons last week," Matt jumped in, "It's not going to well."

"Yes learning braille is very hard," She nodded her head as they passed a classroom and a set of lockers with locks that looked like the old IPod mouse screen with arrows in every direction and a button in the middle.

"Interesting locks," Gabby commented.

"Yes, these locks are great, our grade five and six's get lockers as well as the older grades in the other buildings. We have Kindergarten to grade six in this building. Grade's seven and eight in another building on the same site, I'll show you that later, and the school you would have passed on the road is our high school. Now about our locks our students can use them because they don't require them to be able to see anything all you have to be able to do is move the button in four directions and it'll open. All students get one when they enter grade five and they get to choose the pattern and they get to keep it."

"Wow, so you strive for them to be independent?"

"Yes. We know our students have challenges but we feel that if we give them the tools and confidence they need now they'll go out into the world and do amazing things. We've had many of our graduated go on to university and study regularly with only a few adjustments and accommodations.

"Can I meet kids my age?" Violet asked, "Or are they in class?"

"Well they're just getting ready to go outside for recess now but if you like I can show you your classroom."

"No," She shook her head, "It won't be my classroom."

"Well lets just see anyways," She took her hand and led her further down the hallway.

"This sounds like my class," Violet pouted a little as she could hear the children getting ready to go outside and play.

"Well this is your class," She led her into the room, "Do you want to play with some toys?"

"No, I can't."

"Well now e have some pretty neat toys," She led her over to a table, "Can you sit down for me?"

"Where're Matt and Gabby?" She asked worriedly.

"Right here sweetie," Matt took her other hand, "Lets sit down and play with some toys. These look like fun," He got out a bin of magnetic LEGO, "See," He took her hands she showed her how they stuck together, "Now we can build that tower you wanted to before."

"Yeah," She happily agreed to this; she found regular LEGO's very hard as she could never get them to attach and she often got frustrated well playing. "I love these!" She exclaimed as she could simply attack them on top of each other and they stacked easily, "I want these at home!

"Maybe we can get some," Matt hadn't seen her this happy in weeks. He knew this school was going to be great for her if one toy could make her smile like that.

While Violet was busy playing Mr. Finnegan introduced Gabby to the woman who would be Violet's teacher, "Hi," She wasn't very old, maybe mid thirties, "My names Emily Alexander. I teach the grade ones and twos, or that age range as all or students work at there own pace. Your daughter's name is Violet."

"Yes, she's six, she's be going into grade two but at her old school they wanted to hold her back. For many reasons she had a very hard year and had to miss a lot of school both before and after the accident that caused her to loose her sight."

"Can I ask how that happened?" Mrs. Finnegan asked.

"Can we talk outside?"

"Of course."

"Hey Babe," Gabby called to Matt who was still smiling as Violet played happily,
"We'll just be in the hallway, I have the boys."

"Alright."

"Bye Auntie Gabby!" Violet waved her hand and continued playing, "Don't rush! I love playing here!"

"I'm glad," Gabby, told her, "Maybe on the way home we can get you some of those magnetic blocks."

"Yes," She said happily, "Yes please."

"Alright then," She nodded and followed the teachers out of the classroom, shutting the door she turned to both of them and smiled, "Violet hasn't been that happy in weeks. I don't know how to thank you. If that proves anything then this is going to be the best thing he ever do for her."

"Well I'm glad our school is going to help your daughter Ms. Dawson."

"Me too," Gabby tried to find the words to explain what had happened to Violet. She didn't know what to tell them or what not to; She knew they needed to know some of it but she wasn't sure what.

"How about we talk later in my office," Mrs. Finnegan spoke up, "I can set up Violet in another room with some toys and a secretary. That way it'll be a little more private.

"Thank you," She smiled gratefully and walked back into the room, "Violet sweetie we-" She stopped. Violet was reading, well trying to read anyways. She was holding a Leapfrog Tablet and repeating every word she touched squinting as she looked at it. She was just learning how to read when she lost her sight and never really got the hang of it.

Looking up Matt met her eyes, he was grinning too, "Sweetie want to tell Gabby what you're doing?" He taped her shoulder.

"Gabby!" She grinned, "I can repeat the words and kind of see them," She smiled, "Can I still learn to read? I don't want to learn braille."

"Can I say something?" Mrs. Finnegan asked, and as Gabby and Matt both nodded she continued, "We can teach you how to read and to reads braille at the same time."

"But I'm not going here," She spoke up just as the class came back into the room after recess.

"Come on sweetie," Matt placed the tablet back on the table, "The kids have to get back to school."

"No, no that's alright, Mrs. Alexander smiled at them, "Violet would you like to come and say hi?"

"No," She shook her head nervously, "No."

"That's alright," She nodded, "It was nice meeting you. Hopefully I'll be seeing you soon."

Violet didn't know what to say, "Maybe." She took Matt's hand and walked out of the room but as soon as she got down the hallway she began to cry, "How can I make friends if I can't see?"

"Oh sweetie," Matt pulled her into a hug, "You can still make friends," He reassured her but he didn't know what else to say.

"But how?" She asked, "How can I make friends? How can I play with them?"

"Is that what you're worried about?" Mrs., Finnegan asked, "That's a perfectly normal thing to be scared of sweetheart," She said in a reassuring tone, "I know lots of our kids have that fear, all kids have that fear. I can tell you lots of kids in our school make friends, would you like to know how?"

"No, I'm not going," She said again. "I already have friends."

"And that's good," She smiled, "What do you like to do with your friends?"

"I can't do anything anymore," She pouted, "I'm not normal."

"Oh now I don't think that's a very nice thing to say about yourself. I think you're a very sweet little girl. How about I tell you about some of the ways our kids here are friends."

"I think that would be a good idea," Gabby spoke up. She wanted to know how to get Violet to be able to play again.

"We encourage our kids to talk to each other about what they're playing with and they can play together that way. We keep everything in the same place so they know where it is. For example in the class you were just in the girls love playing dress-up and make-belief games."

"Oh I love doing that," Violet smiled, "They can do that?"

"Oh yes, it may be a little bit different then how other girls play but that's alright as everyone's different. Don't you think so?"

"I guess. What about movies? My cousin Diego watches movies in his class on special days."

"Well when we have special movie days we have commentary so that the children know what's happening, so they can get the full experience."

"We're trying to get that at home," Matt told her.

"That's good but sometimes you'll find children don't need it and in fact it's good for her to learn how to pick up verbal cues. You'll find here we try to encourage our children to be as independent as possible. We teach them how to tie their shoes and do up their jackets just like other children and we pride ourselves of having great academic standards and amazing tests scores in our older grades.

"I'm still not coming here," Violet told her.

"Violet that's enough," Matt told her sternly, "That's very rude of you to keep saying. You apologize right now."

Violet began to cry again, "But… I don't know anyone!"

"I think I can help you with that," Mrs. Finnegan led them back into the main office,
We run a summer school here the last two weeks of August, we find it helps the children get back into the routine. We make it as fun as we can and they're also learning things as well. That might be a good thing for you to consider for Violet."

"Yes maybe," Gabby told her.

"Violet I'm going to talk to your parents alone, so can you stay here for me? Mrs. Finnegan asked, "I'll take you to a room and you can play with one of my secretary's.

"Can I play with my brothers too?"

"Sure," Gabby told her, "Just be careful alright."

"Yay," She cheered happily, "Lets go."

"De!" Isobel crawled up to her brother and onto his lap; she looked up at him and reached up and touched his face, "De!" She babbled away again happily as she kicked her feet. She looked up and smiled as Eva walked into the room carrying Nevaeh and sat down on the floor with her.

Their father was at work and Eva had insisted their mother take a nap for a few hours saying she could look after things. She had just given her younger sisters a snack and changing them. She wanted to ask Diego to help, she actually though he should help but her parents had told her to be extra nice to him as he was still depressed and healing after being shot.

Diego looked down at his younger sister and kissed the top of her head, "Want to play?"

"Hey Diego," Eva looked at her brother, "I'm really glad you're alright. I know I probably already told you that but I really am. I know we fight but I love you. I just want you to know I'm here if you ever need to talk."

"I'm fine," He lied, "I'm really alright," He tried to hold in his tears but he couldn't stop now, "I'm so scared," He admitted as he looked at the ground, "All the time I hear noises and I think they're gunshots. Eva I'm really scared I can't tell Mom and Dad what if… what id they put me back in the hospital?" He looked at her. He needed her to help him for her to let him know it was okay to ask for help and to have these problems.

"They want you to get help Diego, some child psychologists are really nice, I bet they are. I'd go with you too if you wanted me too. I'll tell Mom and Dad with you later."

"Okay," He nodded, "Thanks Eva."

"You're welcome," She moved closer to him and together they began playing with their younger sisters.

"Alright," Shay stopped typing the letter and read it over again. This was her third draft, as she wanted to make it perfect and after reading it over she was certain it was ready. Beside her she had put Caleb in his high chair and given him some toys. "Should we get your Daddy to read it over anyways?" She looked at her son and he only looked back at her. "Kelly!"

"Yeah," He turned his head around, "What's up? The baby doesn't need to be changed right because tis your turn.

"No," She glared at him, "And it is not my turn anyways I just finished writing that paper for the wedding contest and your son thought it would be a good idea to show you."

"Oh he did?" He laughed, "Well I can't say no to my one month old son."

"No," She knew he loved Caleb more then anything in the world, he spoiled that little boy rotten, she didn't mind though as she did the same.

Kelly walked into the kitchen and looked over Leslie's shoulder as he read over the letter, "I think its perfect." He said and then unbuckled Caleb and lifted him up, "There's a baseball game just starting," He explained his actions; "He can fall asleep with me on the couch if he wants."

"Caleb you make sure Daddy doesn't fall asleep," Leslie told her son, "I'm going to load up the rest of the video onto the computer and the send it to the station.

"Sounds like a good plan."

TBC

A\N: So, what did you think? Please review and let me know.

Coming up Next: Severide and Shay find out if Matt and Gabby won the honeymoon vacation. Meanwhile Gabby, Matt and everyone are busy making last minute preparations for the wedding which is in five weeks.