~All the Imaginary Colors~ [Tori]

[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

Emmaline Kimson

Emmaline's dreams at night were not visual. To be able to see something in her dreams, she would have to had seen it in real life. There was no color, no light, just empty thoughts, just words that were scrambled inside of her mind.

If she was given one wish, she would wish to see for the first time in her life. If she could see, she could have color. She could have dreams.

These thoughts ran through Emmaline's mind, as she sat on the bench on the opposite side of the road, away from her house. Her cane lay flat on the ground next to her, but she didn't need it, not this close to her house. She knew the area well enough that she knew where she was going. She could tell where the curb was, so she wouldn't trip over it. She knew the exact number of stairs that she had to step down, to get to the sidewalk. The only reason she kept her cane with her was because of her mother's constant nagging and worrying, though Emmaline couldn't blame her.

Listening intently to the sound of footsteps around her, she stood up. She bent down and picked up her cane and took in a sharp breath. The winter air was cold and crisp, and she readjusted her scarf to keep warm.

All of a sudden, she bumped into someone who she hadn't heard coming. She was too distracted by fixing the scarf around her neck to hear the footsteps of the random stranger.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I really didn't mean to do that.."

[/b] She said, completely embarrassed. Her voice was apologetic and worried, because she was half-expecting whoever it was to scold her or start to yell. People actually did that often. If not, they completely pitied her. She didn't want anyone's anger or their pity.

If she were to have a second wish, she would want people to treat her normally. Sadly, her first wish seemed more likely.

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[Tori]

Anastasia:

I swear there is nothing to do in this district. I want more than anything to travel around, but I can't do that yet. Since I'm still 18, my name is in the reaping. I can't leave until my 19th birthday, but boy when I turn 19..

It's chilly outside. There was a light snow fall yesterday, but the streets are empty today. Nevertheless, the wind has picked up quite a bit. I pull my coat closer to my body and cross my arms. Ben and Sarah are doing God knows what at home. Not that I care, I hate kids. They're overly annoying.

I'm lost in my thoughts when I accidently run into some girl. I try to cover up running into her. "Oh, I'm sorry! I really didn't mean to do that.." she exclaims.

"Can't you see where I'm going?" I ask annoyed. Some people these days. "Try not to walk right into people."

The girl looks up at me, but I can tell there's something wrong with her. I don't know what it is, but there's just something wrong. Her short blonde hair is messy and bunched around her eyes. She's wearing a scarf, and looks cold.

She has a cane and I can't help but wonder if she hurt her leg or something. I feel a little bad now, I might have just ran into an injured girl. "You know," I try to make ammends,"I think it was my fault, I was distracted momentarily."

Of course, it really was her. She should have been more careful about where she was walking. At that moment, the wind picked up and blew my hair into my face. I had to pull it out of my mouth. The girl I had run into didn't take time to put her hair back that flew back a little above her eyes.

I took a step away from her. There was something wrong with her, or rather, with her eyes. I had never seen anyone that looked like that. Her eyes were a pretty blue, but they seemed to be glazed over.

I waited for her to ask me why I was acting like that, but she never did. I know if someone looked at me like that, I'd hit them. But then it hit me. She can't see. This girl was blind, and I had yelled at her.

I wasn't quite sure how to react, but she spared me of having to by replying.