*Annabell's POV

  I kind of enjoy doing assigs to the history css. The researd then putting the facts together on a paper. It keeps me fully occupied and I don't have when to think about sad and unnecessary things. Especially since I he puter to read everything for me first, it takes a lot of time to research.

  That mom insisted on me learning to type on a normal keyboard came in handy as of te. Thanks to that, I am capable of writing the assig on pd printing it. Which makes everything much easier for me and for teachers too. The text may not have the right yout but there is no need for anybody to re-write it and the teacher read it even without any knowledge of braille.

  This time it's an assig on the Civil War. Since I was a child I loved stories about the western. Mom used to read them to me as bedtime stories. I felt somewhat ected to them, though I never uood why. I love oory in particur. It's about the you Major there has ever been in the federate army. The story says that this Major helped to evacuate the civilians and soldiers and disappeared without a trace. He as the only one has never been found.

  I'm almost doh the paper but there is so many little details that different resources ot agree on. Ok, what about finishing it with this? *tap tap...* Did the riots between Union and federates really o be settled by death of 600,000 Ameris? The war had one good among all seque had. Outwing the svery. But by the time the war was over, Rid had been bombed into a moonscape, General Sherman had burnta to the ground, and the President was killed. Was all that really necessary? "We shall never know... Perfect."

  Satisfied with the work I've done I checked the time. *robotic voice* "ten-thirty PM"

  "Huh, I suppose no wandering in the woods today." I uttered a sigh. Sorry mom I'm not gonna make it today. I know that if I went, I might miss the school tomorrow and all my today's work on the assig would be for nothing.

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  Another sleepless night. I waited for the arm clock to go off for what felt like forever. Laying in bed, uo fall asleep no matter how hard I tried.

  When the m finally came, I felt horrible. With no appetite, I left out breakfast and even though I knew I was awfully early, set off for school. Wishing the time would pass quickly and I could return to the piree as soon as possible. Whenever I skipped more than two days, the feeling of loneliness became unbearable.

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  The csses passed by painfully slowly, at least until the st one which was history. There I, quite proud of myself, handed in my homework and sitting down in my usual spot at the furthest desk by window I felt a new presen the . It wasn't pletely unfamiliar ohough I couldn't pce it I was certain I know it from somewhere. It brought me a feeling of ess like does the forest. That made me curious but I focused oeacher, Mr. Bryan, as he started the lesson.

  After the bell announced end of the lesson I was among the first to leave. In the hallway, almost at the exit I felt new pair of eyes b into my baot in a way I was already used to. This wasn't hateful, pitiful nor judging look. I stopped and turhe way I khe person the look beloo was standing. Like it could help me to pce them or something. Then I realized, it must be one of the new kids and that they probably didn't hear of me yet and so they are just curious about my 'unusual' appearance. Or they heard something and they wanhe freak for themselves When they find out I am blind they'll ad look at me the same way everybody does. I thought bitterly with regret that I ot take a look at them myself as well, before that happens.

  I couldn't stand that thought, turned away and nearly ran through the rest of the hallway, surprisingly not bumping into anybody as I didn't really pay attention.

  'A, are you going to freaking cry again?' Piped up Michae, my alter ego, another part of me I found I have when I've been broken from the loss of my mom. "No." I retorted pushing her away. I found it nearly ughable that part of me, though seemingly stronger... no, almost merciless, named herself after an argel who is supposedly a leader of the holy army. Again it made me ugh shortly without humor. Although I used to believe in angels, the warriors and guardians of the world, I've never believed in what they call God. In the end eople call Satan is just anel who was simply little different from the others. For loving too mud for the way he did things and the opinions he had, was o live alone. I actually rete to him. His inal name is Lucifer, meaning the one bringing light. Though that part doesn't apply to me as I lived my entire life in darkness...

  Unaware of my surroundings, I somehow made it to the school yard. However, no soohen the door closed behind me, I heard familiar voices and wao turn around and go babsp;'You know as well as me that there's no reason for running away. It's just four weak idiots.' tempted me Michae to break rules like I did once as a kid. 'We broke the rules once, do it again. You know you do it, it will be even easier this time. Let's put them in their pce.' "Get lost." I uttered but in the meantime, Mike and the group moved closer and heard me.

  "Hey guys, did you hear the freak?" Raised Mike his voice mogly.

  "I wasn't talking to yo-" I tried to expin but he wouldn't let me.

  "How about we teach you little respect, huh? What do you say, self-talk?" In that moment I heard the door open again and was thankful for whatever got Mike's and his minions' attention and allowed me to disappear from the se between the nearby trees and onto the path leading me home. The st thing I heard before weling silence of the forest was their fused "Where did the freak go?"