Smooth Sailing ✓

2 | caramel and croissants

Light travels faster than sound. Which is why some people appear bright until they speak.

-Steven Wright-
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- L I L A -

Lying down on my bed, the covers were tangled by my ankles, the sunlight that streamed through my blinds confirming that it was morning. My mouth emitted a sigh, my head rolling to the side whilst my eyes focused on the figure that stood in front of my door, blocking the light that would seep through under.

"What do you want, Helena?" I groaned, rubbing my eyes as the door silently opened, my younger sister watching me expectantly.

"Mom's gone to work and Dad said you have to make me lunch for school while he's in the shower."

"Who do you take me for?" I asked, throwing the cover to the end of the bed. "You've got hands and I'm sure that you've picked up on how to make a sandwich from your 15 years of living."

"Please, you make the best sandwiches."

"Helena. Go ask Dan."

That was the end to our pointless conversation since I closed the door and locked it. I could hear my sister call for my older brother, a smile making its way onto my face at the sound of annoyance he made as he passed my door.

"I'll get you back for this, Lila!"

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My friend, Yasmine, slung an arm over my shoulder and steered us into English, an exuberant smile on her face. "So - I heard there's a new guy, I bet he's hot."

Rolling my eyes, I gave a pointed look. "That's all you can think about? His looks?"

"Well, not really, no."

Choosing the front row, I proceeded to sit at the edge seat, the teacher's voice halting me in my movement. "Leave that seat open," he interrupted. "The new kid is going to sit there."

Nodding my head, Yasmine moved down one seat. The chatter began to fill the classroom. Everyone was talking about their holiday whilst I lifted my foot so my heel rested on the rim of the seat, my fingers speedily tying my laces.

"Lila, how was your summer?" Mr. Robertson asked, pulling the cap from the board marker and writing this term's topic.

"It was nice, sir." I smiled, mentally groaning at what I read. Great, what a great book. "How was yours?"

"Enjoyable, I went to Rio - now, everyone, today you'll be introduced to the first chapter of this wonderful Gothic horror written by an excellent author: Robert Louis Stevenson."

Instantly, Yasmine's hand shot up. "Is it the Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?"

"Yes!" he exclaimed, picking up his board marker. He wrote down what my friend had said, his sentence being interrupted as the door opened, the school receptionist entering with someone behind her.

My eyebrows raised at the familiar face, my eyes widening at how good he looked with his hair unruly. "Matthew?" I asked, my mouth slightly agape.

His head moved in the direction of my voice, his eyebrows furrowing. "Lila?"

By now, the class had realised he was blind, his white cane being a dead give away. I noticed he realised all eyes were on him, his beautiful grey eyes being hidden under the glasses. He shifted uncomfortably, the teacher straightening out his back.