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Post by hazel on Aug 20, 2012 21:58:50 GMT -5
Hazel yawned, leaving the bathroom and heading to her locker, a hand pressed against the wall. She had refused a walking stick since she could still see (barely) and was waiting for a guide dog which might be coming at the end of the month. It was exciting, having a guide dog to help her out. She pressed her hand along the wall and followed its texture towards the lockers. She couldn't trust herself to walk in the middle of the hallway like normal people.
Squinting at the lockers, she counted the numbers softly under her breath she found her's and began to twirl the lock, knowing that one day she would simply need a lock and key for it.
(ooc; short! im sorry.) |
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