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My friend needed a stry for creative writing class tomorrow and i decided i would help him out and write one :3 welllllllll here it is.
"Alright ben.. Here we are your first day of school, Ill walk you in so you .. Don't get lost." "dad" i sighed "please i can do it my self" I some how managed to find the handle and pop open the door. I hadn't had a lot of practice getting out of the car but, surprisingly I felt my shoes hit the concrete of Moonville academy. "Dad.." I squeaked and my father seemed to rush to me as if i had broken a limb and put my backpack on my shoulders and my cane in hand. I heard a jingle jingle jangle of what seemed to be earrings getting closer then i heard a whiny voice talking. She was talking to my father quietly so that i wouldn't over hear but, my ears are one thing that does work so i listened hard only hearing bits about my classes and how i should have a guide. Not another adult trying to understand my life and all I've gone through to even be here i thought to myself. "No" i yelled .. " i do not need a guide it will just take me a little time to get used to the place." My father hushed me and ran his finger through my hair, I directed myself towards the whiny voice just as she spoke " Well hun we can pair you up with a student guide, we have many wonderful students that would love to walk with a nice young man." I lowered my head and pulled my dad away from the lady " just take me into school dad" he whispered to the lady "A student guide would be a lovely idea can we do that..?" Car horns began to screech and yell as my father spoke " Mrs. Jensen will take you into school son i need to get going okay?" I sighed and felt a warm wet tear roll down my cheek and my father pushed my hair from my face and kissed my forehead " bye sport.. Im sure you will have an amazing day.. i love you" i murmured back as Mrs. Jensen dragged me into school "yea.. you too dad.." She lead me down what sounded like empty hallways with the echoes of our steps i could tell she was a bigger lady.. but mommy told me to never judge so i erased the thought quickly. "So ben right? Are ya ready to have the best day ever??" I tensed up slightly at the sound of her voice " haha.. sure i can't wait to see everyone" I spat out bitterly. I noticed her echoes had stopped she seemed surprised that a small scrawny little kid could be so bitter about school. "well I'm sure they will all love meeting you" she chattered on, her pace picking up once again meeting mine. She stopped again shortly after and i felt with my cane a door way, she ushered me in then stopped me. The class had been chattering away about of course.. colors something i would love to experience. The teacher quickly changed his droning voice to a chipper welcoming voice " Class today we have the pleasure of a new student, class say hello to-" I cleared my throat and said timidly " My name is benny.. call me ben." I felt a hand on my shoulder and His voice was louder " Welcome.. Ben" the class groaned, "there is your seat" his voice boomed. After i minute he realized i couldn't tell he was pointing out where i was to sit and he tugged my sleeve as i moved my cane around to tell where i was walking. As i moved past each desk i could hear tiny whispers of the other children saying " is he blind?" or gasps and i even heard " whats with the cane ya grandpa?!" I felt another tear roll down my cheek this one was hot, i sat down in my assigned seat which seemed to be in the far back of the room because the teachers voice was distant like yelling through a tunnel only to hear whispers on the other side. That first day of school was probably the worst i had ever experienced, i had many opportunities with donors to fix how blind i was but i never accepted because i was comfortable after awhile with who i was.
Favorite moviesdark shadows, toy story, all balto moviesFavorite TV showsspongebob , wolfs rainFavorite bands / musical artistsBOTDFFavorite booksthe chronicles of vladimir todFavorite gameswii games, pokemon games .-.