The principal walks out of her office spotting Naila on the floor. "Naila sweetie how did you end up down there?" Principal Jonson questions with complete concern. "Has anyone bothered you?"

Naila not wanting any confrontation slowly shakes her head as she was now back on her feet. "No Principal Johnson, I tripped and fell."

"You will tell me if they're bulling you right?"

Naila hesitates for a second debating on telling the truth or just lying. If she did, it wouldn't matter because detention would do nothing but only heighten the bullying. Deciding the latter, she clenches and unclenches her jaw, following with a soft smile. "Y-yes, I would tell you if it happened."

"Okay," Principal Johnson says, before helping Naila to get to her first class.

All heads turn in unison at the sound of the door and the sight of Naila and Principal Johnson standing at the door. Every student immediately sits upright in their seat showing their respect to their principal.

"Good morning Principal Johnson," the teacher, Mr. Jacobs beams.

Principal Johnson looks around the class before setting her eyes on Mr. Jacobs. "Good morning sir. I have brought your brightest student here this morning."

"Thank you Principal. Good morning Naila!"

"Good morning Mr. Jacobs," Naila greets, though internally groaning with irritation.

Principal Johnson helps Naila to her seat and then leaves the class. The bell rings again, this time being the late bell. Students begin to scurry into the class one in particular being Brittany.

"Ms. Toriano why are we late today?" Mr. Jacobs scolds folding his arms across his chest.

This was nothing new, Brittany's tardiness that is. It was becoming a routine for her to be late to class and the consequences were just repetitive threats. No action.

"Why don't we ask Michael," calls one of the students.

That comment incites laughter from every student in the class and a warning look from Mr. Jacobs.

Brittany shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly and starts her pursuit to her seat.

"No more tardies Brittany or that's detention!"

"You say that all the time," she mumbles, smacking on her gum.

"What was that?"

"I heard you loud and clear Mr. Jacobs and I promise next time it won't happen again."

"Good," he nods in her direction before addressing the whole class. "So class today we will be beginning our rough draft for our essay on 'Their Eyes Were Watching God'. Please grab a computer and begin to work."

Every student gets up at once to go grab their computer from the rack. The only person sitting waiting patiently for their computer was Naila.

"Naila I didn't forget about you sweetie," Mr. Jacobs says as he places her computer in front of her.

"Thank you Mr. Jacobs."

Opening her computer she began to feel the keyboards getting familiar with the braille. Naila knew what she wanted to write her essay about since she had been thinking about it for a week. As soon as she typed the first word she could not be stopped. Determined to finish the rough draft by the end of class, Naila typed away.

"Okay class wrap it up class will be ending in the next two minutes!"

Naila and a couple of other students were just about done with their rough drafts. The rest of the class was either halfway there or not even having started.

"Please put your computers away neatly," Mr. Jacobs tells the class. Then, he stopps Brittany mid-walk and asks, "Brittany can you put Naila's away please?"

"Why? Her vision doesn't stop her arms and legs from working," she spits with disgust.

"Brittany that was rude! Put her computer away now!" Mr. Jacobs yells frustrated by Brittany's rudeness.

Brittany rolls her eyes at him before picking up Naila's computer and taking it with her to the cart.

In a matter of minutes the bell rings and all of the students rush out to go to their next class. Naila slowly gets up, pulling her cane out.

"Naila I'm sorry about Brittany if she's bothering you please let—"

"It's okay Mr. Jacobs, I'm fine," Naila lies, saving face.

Unbeknownst to Mr. Jacobs, what Brittany said slightly hurt Naila. But she continued to put on that fake smile that seemed almost believable.

"I don't know how you do it Naila! You are so brave and I'm proud of you from what you've been through," Mr. Jacobs says as he helps escort her out of the door.

"I try not to think about the fact that I am blind Mr. Jacobs, but happy the fact that I'm alive."

"That is a great way to look at it—life in general." He helps her to the pathway of her next class, wishing her a great day."

"Thanks sir! You have a great day as well."

Naila was on her way to the restroom before going to class with urgency because she really had to go.

She turns one of the corners of the hallway and is sent straight to the floor by someone running into her.

"I swear if one more person knocks me down! I'm blind, I can't see where I'm going!" She fumes, aggravated by the lack of respect.

"Oh my, I-I am so sorry, I was running from my friend," the young man apologizes while helping Naila up from the floor.

"You must be Naila." He smiles looking at her while grabbing her hand.

Naila unaware of who she's talking to, frowns—shaking his hand in return.

"Yes I am...and you are?"

"I am Michael," he says softly.

To be continued...

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