~~Sorry if these chapters are too short... They just feel like good stopping points. Thanks for reading!~~
I don't know if I sleep with my eyes open or closed, but it doesn't really matter. I'm blind, aren't I? Mother woke me up early this morning because we had to catch up on my English. She says I'm not doing too well.
She was a little mad this morning. And when she gets mad she yells at people, using their full names. She yelled at me today.
"Ember Rose Lawson!" She had cried while I was still asleep. I jolted up then and guessed Mother was in my room. I wasn't positive, though.
Mostly Mother homeschooles me because Father is at his office, doing work. His job is at a construction company, and he is one of the lower level bosses. I like going to the construction sites—which is very rare—and listening to the roaring noise of wrecking balls and drills and hammers. Father doesn't like when I go, though. He says it could be dangerous. But I always say,"I'm already blind. What else can happen to me?"
Now I was in the dining room table with my mother. She was explaining the differences between build and billed and your and you're. I didn't see why I'd need it much in life. It's not like I was going to be an author or something.
Later, after I had my snack, she was talking about history. History is my favorite subject in school. I like listening to the stories of his the presidents became presidents, or how the Declaration of Independance was established. History is very interesting.
Mother says I might go to a real school when I'm older. I don't like that idea. What if I get locked in a classroom, or maybe someone kidnaps me? It sounds scary. But Mother says I'll be even more used to blindness later.
I don't know what she meant by later. I'm ten, almost eleven now. Maybe it would be in two years, or maybe until highschool. I don't know.
When there was a free time to ask, I told my Mother,"Is blonde a color?" At this she laughed. I didn't see what was so funny, because she knew I was blind. How could she possibly know I knew what colors were?
"Yes, dear, blonde is a color. It is light and usually described as someone's hair color." Mother said. She was in a good mood now. When she's in a good mood I feel happy and safe but when she's not I feel grumpy. I don't really like being grumpy.
"Ember... I enrolled you into a very nice school for next year." Mother says quietly.
I felt dizzy and not good, and I say, "Mommy, I don't want to go. I really don't!"
Mother hugged me tightly and combed my hair with her fingers. "Don't worry. I promise it'll be okay. I'll explain it later, okay? I just thought you might want to know."
I felt my heart splitting apart, and when I spoke my voice cracked. "Okay."
I didn't want to go to school. It would be awful and I knew it.
***
The next day wasn't so good. It was Saturday which meant Father didn't have any work and that Jason, my brother, would be playing his video games.
Mother and Father were talking together in the kitchen. It was boring to listen to them so I decided to talk to Sheila who was my sister.
I made my way to the living room, brushing my hand along the wall like I usually do. "Sheila?" I asked, staring straight ahead.
"Mmm?" Sheila responded. I followed her voice, and sat down beside her on the soft couch we had. I wondered what color it was. I didn't ask.
I felt around Sheila's lap where she sets her book. Most likely she was reading, and I was right.
"What book?" I asked. I pulled my knees to my chest and hugged them, rocking back and forth.
"Oh? This?" I heard Sheila shuffle something, then she said,"Its a historical fiction book. You would like it."
My heart pounded. I wanted to read historical fiction. Sheila says its about made up characters who live a long time ago, in history. I think it sounds interesting.
"Sheila? What's school like?" I asked her all of a sudden.
Sheila sounded surprised when she said,"It's fantastic."
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