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Yes a person over twenty can go to highschool if they don't finish it when they were a teenager, I knew a student who was almost thirty who did, and he was deaf, couldn't talk, and was on the spectrum of autism, but he graduated.
My school allowed it.

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Lunch soon was upon me; and Eric guided me with his friends, Jessica, Angela, and Mike, and I had my own lunch, which was leftover Pizza Hut veggie pizza that was stuffed crust, which Charlie had leftover from him and Jacob's Dad, with a diet root beer, as well as some chips.
I could tell what they were by the smell of each item.

"Let me open your drink."
Eric says to me.

"It's fine; I can open it."
I take the bottle of diet root beer, and I unscrew it, then sip it.

"Oh; here come the Cullens."
Jessica says to me.
"Edward was in our class; and you sat next to him.
Edward has gelled up brown hair, and hazel eyes, and his sister Rosalie is a blonde, beautiful even, and Emmett is a jock looking kind of guy, with spiked up black hair, and it's weird, but Emmett and Rosalie are an item.
I don't know how that's legal.
Jasper is a blondish brown haired guy, and always looks in pain, and the pixie cut haired girl is Alice.
Alice always looks like she's daydreaming at times, and she has brown hair too.
They were adopted by a doctor in town Carlisle Cullen and his wife Esme.
Carlisle is a blonde, his wife brown haired.
They go hiking once in awhile.
They are a total mystery."

"Yeah; I don't know how that's legal either, Rosalie and Emmett being an item?
It's kinda gross."
Angela; I heard her say, and then she sipped a drink through a straw.

"It's too bad you can't see well to see them; cause they are beautiful people."
Jessica says to me, and I shrug as I bit into my second slice of veggie pizza, and to be honest I didn't care if I couldn't see them, cause dating teenagers is just plain wrong, and anyways I like older men.

I could feel eyes upon me that aren't my new friend's eyes, and I knew it was the Cullens who were staring at me, I could feel the heated gazes they had, as if they were judging me, or assessing me.

"Is your hurt hand okay?"
Eric asked me.

I wiggle my fingers of my hurt hand and say.
"It's fine.
It burns a little but I can handle it.
I'm just glad it stopped bleeding before I came to school."

I then focus on my eating my food, and finally started on my chips, and Jessica asked me.
"So you into anime; cause your shirt has some characters from Dragon Ball Z?"

I perk up at her saying that.
"I used to be until I lost my sight the way I did.
Now I only listen to the shows, but I can still remember what the characters look like."

"Oh I'm sorry."
Jessica says to me, me hearing the sympathy in her voice.

"It's fine.
I do miss reading manga though."
I tell her honestly.
"I still have my collection I started.
They are just sitting and collecting dust back at my Mom's home, but now I have audio books of regular books though, so I can enjoy like Harry Potter, The Hobbit or something like that."

"Have they tried to fix your eyes?"
Eric asked me.

"They did; but it was a failure.
That was years ago when I was twenty."
I tell Eric.
"I'm okay though.
My disability don't bother me, though I miss doing stuff I used to do, I do other things now."

"What do you do now?"
Angela asked me.

"I listen to music alot from another country, though I don't understand it, I like it.
Audiobooks too are fun to enjoy.
I also remember voices of people I meet; so that's a good gift too, so if I move away, and come to visit, I'll still remember your voice once we meet again."
I smile warmly in Angela's direction.

"Really?!
That's cool!
You remember people's voices!"
Eric says to me, and he gently pats my shoulder.

I tilt my head towards his voice.
"Yes; and it shocks people.
Another thing is I can sense emotions in people's voices, and know when they lie to me."
I tell him more.
"It can come in handy if I'm in danger."

"That does sound like it would come in handy."
Mike says to me.

I nod, me sipping gulps of my diet root beer, then I sigh in content.
"So can you hear really good too and smell good like Daredevil from Marvel?"
Jessica asked me.

"Actually yeah.
I know what blood smells like.
It smells like water with too much iron."
I tell her.

"That's cool."
Eric says in awe.
"I should totally talk about this in the column here.
Do you mind if I do that?
Talk about how your senses do all the things you say after going blind?"

"I don't mind it Eric."
I tell Eric, me smiling in his direction.
"Anyways I think it would be educational how the senses of a homo sapiens, or human beings can change so much from blindness."

"Thank you!
I'll work on it immediately.
I was writing notes on my notebook as you talked."
Eric admits honestly to me.

"What do you have so far?"
I ask him.

"Well; everything you mentioned on how your senses changed; including you got unique gifts you mentioned too.
It's fascinating."
He tells me.

The bell rang; making me cover my ears, me feeling my head rattle, and my ears pop.
"Ugh!
My ears!"
I complain.
The bell finally stopped ringing.
"I'm gonna have a migraine everyday if this keeps up."
I take my shades off, and rub my chemical burn scarred eyes, me feeling them throb, and my forehead throb a little, but it soon faded, it just occured when the bell rang, but when it stopped, the throbbing stopped.

"Are you okay?"
Eric asked me and I nod.

"I'm fine now."
I assure him.

"Well; I'll need to take you to your next class now, after you pack up your things in your lunchbox, and grab your purse."
Eric says to me, and I still felt eyes of the Cullens upon me as I put my containers in my lunchbox cooler, and I carried it, my purse, and my diet root beer bottle that was half gone with me.

Eric escorted me to my next class; and it was gym, which the teacher had me sit out, her fearing I could get a head injury or something, and get lost if we do laps.
And when we were outside; the other students doing laps, I sat on the bleachers, me listening to an audiobook of Hank The Cowdog, the first volume of the kids chapter book, a story I grew up with.
I was listening to it with earbuds; and I was enjoying the story so far, because it's a book series I adored growing up, besides The Wishbone Dog Mysteries kids books.

I felt fingers go to my shoulder; me jolting at the touch, and I take one earbud out of my ear, and inquire.
"Eric?"

I didn't hear a reply, but heard someone sit next to me to my right, and I look to my right, seeing someone wearing all black and red clothing, and had long blobby black midback length hair, and I saw red eyes, making my heart pick up in rapidly beating, me never seeing anyone with red eyes before.
Were they contacts?
Yeah; they could be contacts.
The person might be goth and a student.

"Who are you?
You scared the piss outta me!"
I sass them, me putting a hand on my chest, and I felt my heart racing even more, and I took in deep breaths, and let them out to calm my anxiety.

"My name is Aro."
They.....or him replied to me, and his voice sounded heavily British, so I figured he's not from around here, and his voice hinted mischief and predatory vibes.

"Well Aro; why did you sneak up on me?"
I sass him as I paused my audiobook.

"I felt like it."
He replied to me.

"Well that's a douche move; you know that!"
I retort back at him.

"Douche move?
Ah; technically you are calling me an arsehole."
He replied.

"Yes I am."
I say sarcastically to him, then ask him.
"Are you a student here?"

"No."
He replied.

"Then you shouldn't be on the campus; unless you want to get arrested."
I sass him next, me not liking an adult other than me and the teacher just invaded these grounds, and he could target the teenagers here, him coercing them into sex, which is a sexual offense, and could put him on the sex offender registry.
A police officer that came to my last school; stated sex offenders are those who rape kids and adult women, and they must register every three months, giving information on their correct address, every car he has he must give each title, house lease title, or home ownership title, and any other property that are vehicles, so the station can make copies of it, including submit DNA. Also if they live in one county, and their workplace moves to another county, then they must register in their current county they live in, and the new county they work in, when their work moved to, which is why alot of judges don't want to convict rapists, who rape adult women or those who rape children, cause the judge believes it'll ruin their lives.
So if this guy is gonna target teens here I'll be sure to report him, but how could I give the right description if I'm blind?
Well I couldn't and the cops wouldn't believe me; well except my stepdad would, but it's this guy's word over mine.

"What are you thinking about?
It looks like you want to tear my bloody face off by your expression upon your delicate face."
Aro says to me, his voice hinting amusement, and hinting he's being entertained by my reactions too like a typical predatory response.

I heard him stand up.
"I must go; it seems the Cullen Coven is onto my whimsical ways."
I blink in confusion, and in seconds his black blobby body disappeared, and that was creepy as hell, to where it made me get chicken skin crawling throughout my body.

What did he mean by Cullen Coven?
Were the Cullens witches or something?
Was he a witch?
This is all too confusing, and weird, yet scary all at once.
I thought to myself, my heart racing alot, but I got to admit his accent was hot.

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To be continued......