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Black, they say it represents evil, darkness, and signs of unknown fear to come. But to me, it represents a feeling of comfort, and safety. Why you might ask, because I see it everyday. Every time I open my eyes, it never fails to come. You see, I’m blind. Always have been and always will be.
You may be wondering about who I am. I am Rowa Kay. I am 16 years old and live with my adoptive mom. My real mom gave me up when I was born because she was just a teenager when she had me. I live in Tillamook, Oregon in a little house by the sea. I can hear the soft wave hit the sandy beach every morning.
“Rowa, breakfast is ready! You don’t want to be late for school!” I hear my mom’s honey toned voice come from the kitchen breaking my thoughts.
I get out of my chair and expertly cross my room to the door. My hand gets in contact with the cool metal of my doorknob and I step out into the hallway. As I make my way to the kitchen my hand brushes the familiar smooth walls. I walk into the kitchen and find my seat. My nose catches whiffs of the cinnamon French toast. I hear the plate being set on the table before me.
“Thanks mom,” I say, digging into the food
“Your welcome sweetie is Mike coming or is he going to meet you at the school?” Mom asked.
I open my mouth to reply when there was a light knock on the wooden door.
“Well I guess that answers that question,” My mom said with a small chuckle.
My mom is 42 years old, but acts like she’s 20. I hear the door open with a small squeak. Mikes friendly voice reached my ears. I get up and feel for my backpack and walking stick. Going into the living room I hear Mike say my name.
“What about me?” I ask.
“Nothing, I was just saying how Melissa was telling you about the picture in the art room,” Mike hastily replied.
I narrowed my eyes, I knew when one was lying, their voice usually goes up an octave or two and they talk faster. I knew he was lying, but I let it slide, I’d get it out of him sooner or later, I always do.
“Okay, well we better go, bye mom!”
“Bye honey,” She replied.
I grabbed my dark glasses on the desk by the door on the way out. I always had to wear them because people seem to get uncomfortable when looking at me with out them. I guess looking into a pair of dead looking eyes that seemed to never blink isn’t exactly fun or comfortable. Not that I would notice or anything but my mom and even Mike had to remind me on one or two occasion where I had to put them on.
We walked out into the cool air, I could smell the rain that was coming and took a deep breath. I loved that smell.
“It’s going to rain. Do you have an umbrella on you?” I asked Mike as we headed to his car.
He had his hand on my wrist even though I knew where he parked the car. He always parked it in the same place, right in front of our house.
“Yeah it’s in the back,”
I nodded, my hair blowing in my face as the wind picked up. Getting into the car I slid into the passenger seat feeling the leather on my skin. I put my seat belt on and heard Mike put the keys in and the engine roared. As we drove to the school Mike put on my favorite kind of music, country.
Many people I know think country is lame, but to me it’s everything. The song that was currently playing on the radio was Carrie Underwood’s ‘Lessons Learned’. I expertly found the smooth volume knob and turned it up. Bobbing my head to the beat I sang along.
“Did you get the history homework?” Mike yelled over the music.
“Yeah it was easy, why, did you not?” I laughed; he never got the history homework.
“I got it; I just couldn’t answer number two, the one about the Holocaust and something about numbers,” He finished lamely.
I rolled my eyes; sometimes Mike was just TOO thick.
“How can you not get that? EVERYONE knows that question! It’s when the Nazi’s would put numbers on the Jews arm to keep track of how many there were. But it was only in certain camps. They also put letters in front of the number to determine the difference between a Germen Jew and some other race. They make them stand in a line and pick them out buy race, sickness, and how old you are. Man, I really hope you put something like that because there’s NO way you could have gotten that wrong, even for you,” I said my voice sounding almost desperate.
He tensed and said, “Yeah, yeah I put something like that. That question wasn’t worth a lot was it?” He asked a little worried.
I rolled my eyes. I knew it! He didn’t know that answer, which was really sad.
“How in the world did you not get it? That was an easy question!” I almost shouted.
“You just got it because you’re a history freak. You get every question in that class.” He paused here, then said “Rowa, where almost at the school. I have football after school, who’s going to take you home?” He asked.
“I don’t know. You didn’t tell me you had practice. I would have asked someone sooner! I guess Jessica. She doesn’t have anything that I know of. I’ll ask her in Math class,” I said just a little annoyed.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I just forgot. If Jess can’t give you a ride, then I’ll give you one. My couch will understand. Your mom will flip if you can’t find a ride,” He said, his voice hinting that he was feeling guilty.
“I know, don’t worry about it. I’m sure Jess won’t mind. Are we there?” I asked.
“Yep”
The car stopped jerkily. I unbuckled the seat belt and found my backpack. I got out and reached for my walking stick. Closing the door with a small bang I put the walking stick in front of me. Walking forward I made my way towards the front of the car.
“Hey, Mike is there on coming traffic or can I cross?” I asked.
Mike always parked close to the sidewalk right by the schools entrance.
“Don’t cross, let me help you,”
I felt him put his hand on my arm and gently pulled me towards the school. I didn’t mind him doing this but sometimes I hated it when people would help me with something that I can do. It’s not like I’m incapable of doing everything. I hear all the other students as we get into the school. I hear some call out hellos and good mornings. I say the same back.
“Well I’ll see you in history. Make sure you ask Jess, okay?” He basically demanded.
“Yes, don’t worry! I’ll ask I’ll see you in history” I said.
I walked to my first class, math. I hate math, it’s too hard! I know you might be wondering how in the world I could possibly do math in a regular math class, seeing as I can’t see. I have a peace of paper with brail on in for the day’s math lesson. Then I have a laptop with a brail keyboard on it as well. I use that for all my essay’s and homework. As I walk to the class room, I walk buy the wall, so as not to bump into anyone. I finally find the room and find my desk.
“Ms. Kay, there you are. Today where working on proofs. Jessica is going to help you. Do you have your laptop?” Mr. Whitson asked.
Mr. Whitson is my math teacher. His voice is a low rumbling one.
“Yes Mr. Whitson, I do,” I said
Getting to my backpack, I pulled the laptop out. I opened it. I heard someone sit beside me in the next desk.
“Hey, Rowa I guess we’re working together today,” Jessica said.
“Yep! Hey Jess, are you doing anything after school? Mike has practice and he can’t take me home. Can you please?” I ask.
“Yeah, sure, maybe we can also hangout. I could help you with math if you don’t finish it in class,” She said.
“Yeah that would be fine,” I said.
The math class was hard, as always. The next class, chemistry was boring. We didn’t really do anything. Just take notes. URGH! Hate taking notes! My hands always get tired of typing so much. Finally, one of my favorite classes, history.
As I walked to into the room, I accidently bump into someone.
“Oops, sorry! I didn’t mean to,” I said, worriedly.
“Don’t worry about it Rowa,” It was Mike.
“Oh, hi Mike! How were your first two classes?” I asked while taking a seat in my chair.
Mike sat beside me. I heard him rummage through his backpack then set what ever he took out on his desk.
“Okay, but they where pretty boring. How about you?” He asked.
“It was fine, boring as well. But what do you expect? It’s only the first month in to the school year,” I said.
I took out my homework and set it beside my laptop. The teacher, Mrs. Jay went around the desk colleting the papers.
“I hope you all finished your homework, unlike yesterday. I will not tolerate laziness in my class room. Now today we’ll be having a group discussion on the Holocaust and what your opinion is. We will also discuss how you might have felt or what you would have done in their situation. Who wants to go first?” She asked.
Mrs. Jay was a great teacher even if she was a little strict. Her voice is very pretty. Like honey, kind of like moms.
I excitedly raise my hand. I love group discussions, you can say basically anything and you get to argue over what someone thinks is right and who doesn’t, and it’s great.
“Yes, Ms. Kay, what is your opinion?”
“Well if I was Jew in that time I would have taken my family as soon as I knew something wasn’t right. If I couldn’t do that I would go into hiding, like Anne Frank because if we went to a concentration camp, I’d probably be brought straight to the gas chambers because I can’t see. I think if I was the main person of Germany I wouldn’t have put Hitler at the top. No matter what he said or did,” I finished.
A girl a few rows up from me said,
“Yeah but how would you have known what he was going to do, sure he did say that Jew’s were the reason they lost the last war, but you could have never known what he was planning on doing, until he did it. There’s no way you could have known,” She finished.
“Well saying that the Jew was to blame is a big hint,” The boy behind me said.
“Yeah, why blame only the Jews when others had been in the World War 1 also? I would have been suspicious. Besides, who blames one race on a bad war?” I asked.
The rest of the class period went on like that. I love to guess what row my other classmates are sitting in. They like to trick me and sit somewhere else but I always know where they are. As the day wore on you could hear the thunder that was rumbling in. I knew that the rain would be here by the time we got out. I told this to Mike and Jess at lunch. They have the same lunch period as I do.
My last class is language, my next favorite class. In this class were going to read historical fiction books, books like Chinese Cinderella, The Diary of Anne Frank, and other books. I can’t wait until we get to the Anne Frank book. I had heard it was very good.
The books that I get are specially made for me as I’m the only blind kid at school. All the books are in brail. When we read in class we sometimes read out loud or by ourselves. I love it when we read by ourselves because I can go as fast or ahead as I want. I usually finish the book before everyone else.
As the bell rang for the end of classes, I walk towards the parking lot, it was raining, and I knew it! I stop a short way and wait for Jessica. It was five minutes later when she came.
“Sorry I’m late; I had to ask a question in Chemistry. So how was Lang.?” She asked as we made our way to her car.
“It was great! Even if it was mostly notes. Were going to read The Diary of Anne Frank soon! I can’t wait. I’m surprised I haven’t read it before,” I said getting into her car.
Jess’s car was a lot different from Mike’s. Where Mike’s is leather seat and a little tight Jess’s is roomy and has a softer seat. As Jess pulled out of the lot she put on her favorite kind of music, alternative music. It’s okay but not my taste.
“So, your birthdays coming up in a week, what do you want, I need to know so I can get it for you,” I heard Jess say.
“I don’t really need anything special, I have enough, I mean where going to the water park and then back here for a sleep over, well with you anyway. My mom wouldn’t want Mike to sleep over even if she does trust him,” I said with a smile at the thought of Mike sleeping over.
“Yeah that would be funny. But you must want something, or someone,” She added slyly.
“What do you mean by that? Fine, umm… how about a book, or the new Keith CD!” I said excitedly.
“Don’t change the subject! I know you have a crush on Mike! It’s so obvious!” She nearly yelled.
“Please, he’s like a brother to me! I’ve known him since the third grade for crying out loud!” I said annoyed.
“Okay, what ever you say,” I could almost hear the roll of her eyes.
“Were at your house, hey, did your mom make brownies?”She asked.
“Yeah just last night, we can make hot chocolate too, and light a fire and make smores, hmmm,” I said with a watered mouth.
“Okay,” She said as she parked the car.
I got out of the car, and slowly made my way towards the house, wanted to savor the rain drops hitting my skin. Getting out my keys we got into the house.
As we got ready to make our snack, I found my way through the kitchen and heard Jess do the same. We each took out the ingredients and started to make our snack.

“So did you finish your math?”Jessica asked while setting the tea pot for the hot coco.

“No, I need help on a few questions. I need to get the mail, I forgot to get it on the way in, I’ll be right back,” I said as I made the way to the door.

“Okay, don’t get the mail wet!” I heard her say.

“Yes mom,” I said sarcastically.

I went out side and just let the rain hit me for a few minutes then made my way to the mail.

I was getting the mail out and putting it under my shirt so it would get wet when it happened. Someone put a cloth over my mouth and nose. Almost instantly I was feeling dizzy. I tried to get away but I was losing the ability to move fast. I was starting to get sleepy. The next thing I knew, I was in a tight space with know air conditioning. I was moving back and forth and I knew I was in the trunk of some car.