Post by Vallery Sullivan on Jan 6, 2009 20:50:40 GMT -5
Val was siting in the wreck room working on an assignment for her music theory class. She was by herself, and she didn't particularly like that, but she hadn't really made any attempts to make any friends, so it was her damn fault for being alone.
She bopped her head along with the upbeat rock music playing over the stereo as she sat there, typing on her computer. Her very expensive custom computer. It was special made for blind people. All the keys had braille on them as well as they normal symbols, numbers, and letters. It has special programs that read any text that was displayed on the screen and special commands that she could access by certain combination sequences of the keys on the keyboard. Of all the things that had been the most difficult for her to learn, working with this special computer had been one of the top five. The first being learning how to move around and not run into things.
It was not an easy life for her, but after six years of living with this particular handicap, she got along. She had her little accidents every once in a while still, but it wasn't as bad as when shed fist started, and now she had her handy dandy cane to help out too. It was a pretty nifty gadget. It could collapse into the handle whenever she wasn't using it and pop right out with the push of a button when she did need it. It was currently collapsed in, sitting in her open messenger bag with some of her books and her CD case with a few of her recorded songs in them.
She had tossed her long brown hair back into a pony tail. She didn't have any make-up. It was too much trouble for her to try and put any on when she couldn't see, which was the same reason her hair was always either up in a pony tail or a clip or down in it's natural wave. She had on a pair of jeans that were starting to look like they'd seen better days and a The Who vintage styled tee shirt. She slipped out of her pink green checked vans earlier when she'd first gotten here, leaving her socks with cute little blue monkeys on them in clear view. And of course, her simple black sunglasses that covered her unseeing eyes when she was in public was resting on the top of her head as she those pale blue orbs stared blankly towards the TV screen. If there were other people in the room she would have put them over her eyes.
Looking over at someone that appeared to be staring at you was a little unnerving when you didn't know they were blind. She never left without the sunglasses, and she always wore them when she wasn't alone. That was one thing she always did, just so that she would seem a little more normal. The more normalcy in her life, the better she felt for the most part.
She bopped her head along with the upbeat rock music playing over the stereo as she sat there, typing on her computer. Her very expensive custom computer. It was special made for blind people. All the keys had braille on them as well as they normal symbols, numbers, and letters. It has special programs that read any text that was displayed on the screen and special commands that she could access by certain combination sequences of the keys on the keyboard. Of all the things that had been the most difficult for her to learn, working with this special computer had been one of the top five. The first being learning how to move around and not run into things.
It was not an easy life for her, but after six years of living with this particular handicap, she got along. She had her little accidents every once in a while still, but it wasn't as bad as when shed fist started, and now she had her handy dandy cane to help out too. It was a pretty nifty gadget. It could collapse into the handle whenever she wasn't using it and pop right out with the push of a button when she did need it. It was currently collapsed in, sitting in her open messenger bag with some of her books and her CD case with a few of her recorded songs in them.
She had tossed her long brown hair back into a pony tail. She didn't have any make-up. It was too much trouble for her to try and put any on when she couldn't see, which was the same reason her hair was always either up in a pony tail or a clip or down in it's natural wave. She had on a pair of jeans that were starting to look like they'd seen better days and a The Who vintage styled tee shirt. She slipped out of her pink green checked vans earlier when she'd first gotten here, leaving her socks with cute little blue monkeys on them in clear view. And of course, her simple black sunglasses that covered her unseeing eyes when she was in public was resting on the top of her head as she those pale blue orbs stared blankly towards the TV screen. If there were other people in the room she would have put them over her eyes.
Looking over at someone that appeared to be staring at you was a little unnerving when you didn't know they were blind. She never left without the sunglasses, and she always wore them when she wasn't alone. That was one thing she always did, just so that she would seem a little more normal. The more normalcy in her life, the better she felt for the most part.
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