I could hear their laughter and their gentle words, but everything died down the moment I stepped into the hallway. That feeling I felt when she left me for him. Yes, that exact feeling. I felt it all over again. I could hear their gentle talks and bickering. I tried so much not to get affected by it, but I don't know how long I can keep it up. It was like my ears were suddenly my eyes, and my nose would not stop perceiving each cologne. I could tell who was who by just my heightened sense of smell that I could not help but think I was developing some abilities. Funny, right? My hand clenched my cane as I beat the cold ground trying to find the male's toilet. I needed to breathe and calm myself down. "Is he really blind?" "I heard Jordan poured some whitish liquid into his eyes. Do you think it is acid?" My face went pale. My heartbeat stopped, and I froze across the hallway. If they knew, then why didn't anyone say anything? Why did they all keep silent

I knew I had made a point that day. I had shown Jeremaih I was not going to be backing down. I don't know how the system has done it, but I was able to see through the little time the waters splashed. A lot of thought crushed me at once. Was the system trying to help me out again? The system had come to me when I was at my weakest. It had shown me how to fight back, and I am going to throw as many pouches as I can throw at Jeremiah. He hadn't only ridiculed me, but he had also shown me he was not going to be lenient with me, so why should I do the same to him? The alarm blared so loud that I felt my ears were blocked. Most of the students were outside waiting. I don't need to be told what was happening. They wanted to see if I had actually beaten Jeremiah and his friends. But I know this was not the time to parade myself. This was the time to make Jeremiah look weak. Stupid. Intermediated. I walked out holding my cane, with each strike landing on the watery floor. "But you s

Sandra’s lips lingered on mine, soft yet uncertain, like she was testing boundaries she wasn’t sure existed.I didn’t push her away, but I didn’t pull her closer either. My body stiffened, caught between the warmth of her presence and the cold, unshakable weight of the system still humming somewhere inside me.When she finally broke the kiss, her breath trembled against my cheek. “You’re not the same boy you were before the accident,” she whispered. “And that scares me… but it also draws me closer. Care to tell me what that was all about?" Tell her?Hell no! Tell her some mysterious system was giving me some cash each time I fulfilled a conquest? It was kind of absurd to me, and most people would not believe that. Not that I was concerned anyways. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stand straighter. My cane tapped once, grounding me. I wanted to tell her everything—the voices, the system’s missions, the way I could see for a moment when the water touched my face. But I couldn’t.

I knew the image from the video will be a bit blurry. The sprinklers were going to dona fine job covering my face. And my clothes? They were one of the most popular clothes any of the students would have worn. "Clever." Mr. Zack said slightly. His gaze lingered on me and I could feel them burning into my very soul. " How did you do it?" The room went dead silent. Did he just asked how a blind boy managed to beat up a bunch of bullies? " Are yous seriously asking me that?" I folded my hands with a smirk plastered over my face. The dean got up. " I don't mean to cut you short, Mr Zack but I don't want to believe Pontius is capable of beating a bunch of young teens up. Including your son." Mr Zack looked at the Dean, his hardened gaze was more than enough to ask the old man to shut his mouth. " I am not paying the school peanut to have my son beating up!" He slammed his hand against the table. Wow! I knew one thing at that moment. Mr Zack Easton hate being

The rain hit hard, like a thousand small hands trying to wake me. It slapped my face and washed the blood from my cheek. For a wild second the world smelled clean — rain and wet concrete and the small sharp scent of mint. My heart thudded in my ears. I lay still and let the drops fall, letting them stitch the dark into something I could see.Light came back in pieces. Not much, at first — just lines and shapes, the black of the road, the dull red of a shop sign, a bright flash from the phone of someone running past. Then the green of a tree, the grey of a wall, the black of a shoe. The rain was a curtain and behind it the world was clearer than I had ever felt.My breath hitched. My hands trembled on the broken cane. I looked up. The sky had split open and the world looked wet and new. I could see the smear of a passing car, the face of a boy on the other side of the street. I could see him blink. I could see tears mix with rain. I could see finally see again and it felt good. Wh