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[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

"Cool, you have really good taste," Emerson smiled. She really liked Jaylyn. She was probably the first person she had spoken too, for more than five minutes, in ages.

[cecilia]

Jaylyn smiled sadly. "What do I have if I don't have taste?" She asked rhetorically, twisting her fingers in Sparky's fur tightly, a force of old habit. She'd had Sparky six years; she'd always relied on that dog, much more than she had her previous dog.

[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

"Hearing. And smell, and touch" Emerson replied wryly.

[cecilia]

"Look how far those get you." Jaylyn commented darkly. "A musician can't live without their taste, no matter how good their hearing is." She said wryly, resting her elbows on the table and her head on her palms.

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[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

"Well, pianists depend on their tactile sense. They need to really feel the notes to play properly," Emerson replied crossing her arms on the table.

[cecilia]

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Jaylyn shrugged. "Does it make a difference if I can feel it or not if I can't ever go anywhere on my own? Ill never be alone entirely. Ever." She said quietly. "What do the keys mean if I never get to be independent enough to play them without someone breathing down my neck?"

[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

"It means a lot to you, music is everything to you, I can tell just by the way you talk about it." Emerson said to Jaylyn.

[cecilia]

Jaylyn bit her lip. The only thing keeping her sane for sure. Probably the only thing keeping her alive, too. "I don't try to be that transparent."

[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

"It's alright though, I'm good at reading people." Emerson said.

[cecilia]

Jaylen smiled sadly. "Obviously, I'm not. I'm lucky to even notice someone's sitting near me. I didn't notice you until you spoke."

[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

"Really? I wasn't going to, but you looked like you wanted to talk. You looked lonely..." She said.

[cecilia]

"I am lonely. I love my sister, but twelve year old girls aren't the best company..." Jaylyn said quietly.

[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

"Oh cool, you have a sister," Emerson said. She wished she had someone she could talk to. Her only family was gone. She hoped Jaylyn wouldn't ask about her family...

[cecilia]

"Three siblings. Every single one of us with a j name. It's kinda confusing..." Jaylyn offered weakly, stroking Sparkys fur.

[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

"That's cool," She nodded. "What are their names?" Emerson asked Jaylyn curiously.

[cecilia]

"Jace, Justin, and Jennifer." Jaylyn said quietly. "Brothers aren't too bad. Not as bad as people make them out to be."

[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

"Yeah," She said even though she didn't know. It's not like she had any siblings. "You're lucky that you have such a big family,"

[cecilia]

Jaylyn shrugged. "It's hard being the only blind one. They forget a lot and ask me if I see things that they're pointing out. Well, obviously I don't."

[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

"Yeah, that must be tough." Emerson agreed. "But still. You have people who love you, and look out for you,"

[cecilia]

Jaylyn but her lip. "Only because they have to. I wonder if they'd look out for me so much if I weren't blind..." She said to no one in particular, as an afterthought.

[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

"Of course they would." Emerson said. "They love you,"

[cecilia]

Jaylyn stroked Sparky's head absentmindedly. "Yeah..." She said uncertainly, knowing Em probably didn't want her to ask about her family.

[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

"Anyways," Em said, changing the subject. "What grade are you in?"

[cecilia]

Jaylyn bit her lip. "I'm sixteen. Eleventh." She said quietly. "A junior. You?" She asked in return, tapping out a rhythm with her fingers, words to songs playing through her mind.

[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

"I just started college," She replied. "I'm 18 almost 19,"

[cecilia]

Jaylyn nodded quietly, lying her head on her arms, which rested flat on the table. "How's college?" She asked curiously.

[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

"Better than high school," Emerson said. "It's... Freer. I mean, everyone is more mature and its not as cliquey."

[cecilia]

"Cliquey..." Jaylyn tested the word slowly. "Is it torture?" that's how she felt about school. Every time she had to get up and drag herself to school, it wasn't school in her mind. It was torture.

[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

"No, not at all. It's pretty cool," She stated truthfully. "I love it actually. It's really cool to get to know some people, but I usually just stay to myself."

[cecilia]

Jaylyn nodded. "High school's torture. I wish I could leave it behind. But two more years..." she said to herself, twisting her fingers in Sparky's fur.

[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

"Don't worry, it'll pass in no time. Trust me. I've forgotten all about it now," Well, not really. How could she forget?

[cecilia]

"I doubt it. I'll never forget torture. You never forget the most horrible thing in your life, do you?" Jaylyn asked quietly, resting her chin on the table.

[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

"No. You don't, and it sucks." Emerson said bitterly, suddenly remembering all those days sitting alone at lunch, sometimes with nothing to eat, just people laughing at her constantly, calling her names. All her friends abandoning her at the beginning of ninth grade. Her mom dying and leaving her with no one.

[cecilia]

Jaylyn nodded. "Well, it's better when you don't see disdainful glares, looking at you as if it's your fault you're blind. I may not see them, but that doesn't mean I don't know they're there. I'm blind, not deaf. I can still hear them..." she said quietly, her mind drifting off into song lyrics.

[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

"Yeah. Sometimes people are oblivious to the fact that we can hear what they are saying, and yea, sometimes their words hurt." Emerson replied.

[cecilia]

"Sometimes?" Jaylyn asked quietly. "It hurts every time. More than being stabbed in the gut. Because all I know is that I'll never see them. So their words come next. And they're not nice ones, believe me."

[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

"I know, I've been through it too, believe me. It sucks. It was one of the worst things I'd ever been through. But just know that it doesn't last forever, and one day, when your a famous singer or something... The people who bully you now will be hobos." Emerson said, shrugging.

[cecilia]

Jaylyn frowned. "But I don't wish ill on them. I don't want other people to suffer like I do. Living without money. It's not a life I suggest they share with me." she said, mostly to herself.

[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

"But still, what they do, it's wrong. And illegal." Emerson said. "I honestly couldn't care less what happened to the people who bullied me in high school,"

[cecilia]

Jaylyn bit her lip. "Even it it's wrong and illegal, they're teenagers. Not fully understanding the consequences... and I'd never wish my life upon someone else. Ever."

[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

((sorry, bed time :[ I'll reply tomorrow))

[cecilia]

((Sleep well!))

[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

((sorry, CC! I was off all yesterday- Taylor Swift concert. It was incredible!!!!))

[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

"Yeah, well, that's just my opinion." Emerson said shrugging. "Didn't you say you had siblings? Why don't they do anything about it?"

[cecilia]

((I know!!! I went to one, too!!! AMAZING!!!!!!))

Jaylyn shrugged, twisting her fingers in Sparky's fur. "What they don't know can't hurt them..." she said quietly. "Just because I'm blind doesn't mean I'm not independent."

[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

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[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

"I see that," Emerson smirked. "But they could make it better, you know, Jaylyn. They could stop it."

[cecilia]

Jaylyn shrugged. "Two more years and then I'm gone. What's the point?" She stroked Sparky's head absentmindedly. "Besides, I'm fine."

[sol, The Cool Girl :)]

"Are you sure?" Emerson asked. "You can tell me. Sometimes I tell random strangers all about me because... Well, they're random strangers. They don't know me, I don't know them, so what can they really do? You can tell them anything, then walk away, and you might never even see the stranger again,"