A/N So this is the first real multi-chap fic that I have written for CA. It might be total crap and as long as your not down right mean about telling me, then by all means please tell me what I can do to improve. I am not sure what I really want to do with this story but I do know that I want to write a story about what it would have been like if Annie and Auggie had met in high school. I will try to include as much A-Squared loving as I can and will try to make some scenes hot and heavy (only if I gather up the courage to write them though).

Also I really need to thank the author of Bottled Chaos for the idea for this story. Sorry that I cant remember you pen name but to whoever you are; you are a brilliant writer and the story is great. I will try to make my story as different from yours as I possibly can.

Everyone that hasn't read Bottled Chaos yet, you really must.

Sorry that this A/N is so long and I promise to try and keep them shorter in the future.

I hated the pity, the way that people would talk to me and treat me like I couldn't do anything for myself. I know that there will always be people that will treat me with pity and shy away from me, but what I will never be able to understand is why my own mother won't except me for the person that I was, why she wouldn't accept what had happened as a part of who I was.

The accident happened about two years ago now and I can't be sure whether or not the accident is something that I should be happy about or something that I should hate and despise. I think that it might be a bit of both, I was happy about the fact that I got so much attention from the girls, sad about the fact that I would never be able to see what the girls that were continuously throwing themselves at me, I hated the fact that I would never be able to see the things that I had always loved to see – the waves at the beach, the sunsets with all the different pinks and purples, the way the trees swayed in the wind – I would always despise the other people that still had the gift of sight.

The accident happened when my family and I were on holiday in Florida, I fell of one of the cliffs that bordered the shoreline while I was walking alone. I hit my head when I fell and apparently the part of my head that I hit was directly above my occipital lobe, so something happened there (not sure what) and when I finally woke up in the hospital and couldn't see anything, the doctors soon decided that I would never be able to see again. I guess that by now you have all worked out what happened – I fell off a cliff and lost maybe the most important sense that I had to my name, my sight.

After that I moment, the moment that my feet, usually so balanced and coordinated, slipped out from underneath me and I fell and hit my head, I lost any shred of the life that I had, I lost any shred of hope that I would ever be able to join the CIA, that my computer skills would be able to grow and blossom. My whole life was turned upside down and I lost all hope of the things that I wanted to do with my life, all the things that I had hoped to do and experience. I was kinda happy that I was able to experience sex before I lost my eyesight, but I was also a little disappointed that I would never be able to experience it the same way again. I don't think that I was going to be able to do anything the proper way again, I wouldn't be able to walk through the halls at school without the help of some stupid red and white cane.

I think that I remember going to the zoo with my family when I was six or seven, so long ago now, so long that I'm not even sure if it really is a memory or just some trick that my mind was playing on me. There was this little boy with the red and white cane that was always associated with blind people, he was walking around the zoo with his parents, the look on his face was something that makes me think that I wasn't dreaming, that it really was a memory. I think that my brothers and I might have laughed at him a little when we first saw him, but after bit I realized that if I hadn't seen the red and white cane in his hand I don't think that I would have even realized that he was blind. He was able to navigate his way around without running into anything, the way that he always seemed to be able to know what was going on all around him. I admit, watching him was something that fascinated me, trying to figure out what their lives had been like, what their lives were like. I think that I stayed and watched him for about twenty minutes, before one of my brothers, Luke I think, yanked on my arm and told me that Mum and Dad were going to leave without me. That was the last time that I had thought of the boy before my accident, just like any of the other people who I had made up stories for. But the accident really made me rethink that all of the things that I had overlooked before.

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Katie-Kakes97