Blinded (Our Spring Interactive Story)

Welcome to our spring interactive story entitled Blinded. I hope you are as eager to try this as I am. Below you will find the beginning to our story, from there the plot is up to you. Click on the option you would like and by way of the magical internet, you will be jettisoned off to the next section, per your choosing. Each Thursday (except for April 28) a new set of options will be set-up for you. No worries if you forgot where you left off, there will be storyline clues for you to click through or you can click on the "start from the beginning" button to begin your journey anew. Totally up to you. Since today is our very first run-in with Harper and her friends, you'll only have to click through one decision. Feel free to click the other one if you're curious to see might happen to her if you had chosen differently.

Confused? Well, I think you'll pick it up as we go along. Please leave me feedback in the comments section. Let me know if things get too confusing or if you really want to see a third option. Of course you can always leave me a note of encouragement:D. Enough already! Here's…

Blinded

by Shellie Neumeier

Dear Diary,

The day before yesterday should have been the best day of my life. And it had been until…

"Harper, come out here."

…the sun flare. Mom's pretty freaked. Can't blame her. I'm not freaking…

"What are you doing in there?"

I'm hiding. Who wants to face this world? It'd be different if we were at home.  Josie'd tell me to relax and enjoy 'cause all the schools will have to shut down. I'd even be nice to Alex if he shut up long enough for me to get a word in. But there that won't happen now. Not when we're stranded two hundred and forty-three miles from home. Some college visit, huh?

"Did you hear that, Harper? The news guy said it's worldwide. Can you imagine? Everyone within view of the sun's flare is…is…blind."

We were lucky. Arrived in Madison about an hour before the big flare. At first everything went silent. Seconds later the sounds turned horrific. Cars crashing, planes rushing so close to the ground you ducked instinctively, and screaming mothers everywhere—mine included.

"Channel four says a handful of folks still have their sight. The sighters, as he's calling them, were the ones inside and away from the windows."

I'm never coming out of the bathroom, again.

I laid my pencil beside the hotel notepad and leaned my palms against the bathroom vanity. It felt cool to the touch, calming in a way. Mom's feet shuffled across the worn carpet and stopped outside the bathroom door.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Harper, please come out. We need to talk."

We needed more than talk. I faced the mirror and…

Now here's your part. You get to choose what happened to Harper. Click your choice and see what happens.

Harper is blind or Harper is a sighter.

Your decision, please…