Private Finished There In Plain Sight

A nice family? Yeah, Delaney, could smile at that. She never expected her parents to go as far as provide her with a seeing dog. But she was so glad they did. Even though her friends came with her to the island, she couldn't rely on them for everything. When Delaney needed comfort, Georgette was there for her. "That's lame. Getting into trouble is half the fun of being a teenager! We'll definitely have to pull some pranks."

Lycia's description of souls as bundle of strings sounded kinda neat. No, really neat! Now that Delaney thought about it she really liked it. People's souls were like little craft projects, or like the floss she used in embroidery. "Wait, hurt?" Delaney questioned. What's she going on about? Delaney tried to keep her expression blank, but remembered where she was and who she was with. Hurt and horror played freely across her face. Was her soul hurt by the ritual?

She had no other explaination. "Don't worry about it." Delaney said, feeling and sounding drained. "I think I know why it's like that. Prolly best if you don't look at my soul too much." She shivered, recalling the feeling of being watched through the darkness. "Um, are you feeling okay?" The teen stepped closer, feeling for the table then a chair she could plop down onto.

Delaney silently considered he girl beside her. It sucked sometimes, not being able to see the expression on a person's face, or look at their posture. The young teen could only rely on hearing for emotional cues. And Lycia sounded tried. "Yeah, I'd like that." Delaney heaved herself to her feet and quickly brushed her fingers over book spines. "The homework? Yes, please. I got to read some poem and write about what it means."

She pulled a collection of short stories from the shelf and retraced her steps back to her chair. "If the teachers didn't want us to work together they would have said so." Delaney said with a shrug. Then smiled when she realized what she did. "We'll be fine. Let's read this book. It seems interesting." And she set the book on the table between them.

"I didn't like homework even when I could see." Delaney laughed. Then added, "It'll be nice to have someone to ask when I'm having a hard time reading a word in Braille." Words she's never seen before were the hardest, or the old English or weird spellings like in some of the books and poems she had to read for class. "Adventures sound way more fun." She agreed.

"Your dream?" Delaney questioned. Sometimes she could see in her dreams, it wasn't often and usually she only saw old memories. The problem was that something about her interfered with others abilities to send her mental images and the like. A fact discovered on the islets when a nurse tried to help her out by sharing images of her hospital room. Which was a rotten shame because flying in dreams sounded awesome. "And yeah, I sleep in the dorms."

Delaney giggled, "Can we really call something we made up the right answer, though?" They likely would not get away with it, but everything was worth trying once. "I mean, we might as well. Anything to keep the braille dictionary away from me." That was a monster of a book that made Delaney shiver.

Man, a Dream other people could go into sounded so much fun. And because Delaney's powers suck she very likely could not go there. Which sucks. The teen made a face, but when she spoke again her tone was cheery. "No, I haven't. But that sounds awesome. Personally, I want to get like a scythe or a katana and like, fight zombies." Okay, tone it back girl. "We live on a magical island. Adventures in the real world are totally do-able."

There were tons of places to go, and like, a whole bunch of magic to get hold of to cause mischief with. With a little creativity anything was possible. And Lizzie. Lizzie had the best ideas.

Delaney giggled at the shoulder pat and made her own sloppy return pat. "Not at the moment. But give me some time and I'll think of something real good." Maybe they could sneak into the Forbidden Forest. It couldn't be that scary. Or they could sneak around the school at night. Or pranks! Lots of pranks.

"Magic to do the work itself you say," Delaney said with a grin. "That's certainly doable. In a sense. With my power I can take knowledge from books and people. Don't know how to do a math problem? I'll just yoink the info from the math book and wah-la! I know how to do it. It won't make the work do itself, but having all the answers is practically, like, the same thing." Some might call that cheating, Dela called it using her resources.