<div class="floatleft">(http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p121/Mab_faerie/Suggestions/9f0acbb3-291e-469f-880c-8fc803fb7a89_zps09e52d93.jpg)</div><br/>Name: Kassil Valewalker<br/>Where: Starbucks, walking to class.<br/>Thinking: Confused about the notebook still.<br/>=========================================================================================================================================================<br/><br/>The note book sat on the table open to the first page, the braille having not changed. Her name was printed in the top left hand corner. She could not help but think how impossible it was yet nothing happened with out a reason. Kassil's head was so wrapped up in thinking about the book she had tuned out the world behind her. Lost to her own thoughts and mind. It was not until a hand was placed firmly on her shoulder that she snapped back into reality. Her left hand reached up to feel the hand that was placed on her shoulder. The skin was soft and moisturized; she could feel on the nails that her fingers glided over the waxy finish of nail polish. She knew who ever it was, the hand belonged to a female.<strong>"Hun, its quarter to one. You usually leave by now is everything ok?" </strong>The woman from the counter spoke softly into Kassil's ear. She had been the one holding Kassil's shoulder to not only get her attention but to let her know where she was. Sure if she listened to the voice long enough she could pick out a general location of the person but the hand on the shoulder was an added nice gesture. "<strong>It's... OH... Thank you, I must have missed the chime on the clock."</strong>Kassil replied as she reached back down to her note book to close it back up. She would drag it down to the edge of the table before pulling it off and stuffing it away into her bag. The woman from behind the counter stepped back and allowed Kassil to back up from the table and stand. Already her right hand was making its way into the bag for her cane.<strong>"Here let me help you to the door. Its very crowded in here and I would hate to see you tripped up"</strong>The comment was met with a smile and a nod. Kassil extended the cane but held it to her side, extending her left hand out she reached around the air until her hand made contact with the woman's elbow. She was lead out to the front door with out any issues; the woman that helped her there would smile and said.<strong>"I hope you enjoyed your coffee I will see you at the same time tomorrow."</strong>The bell on the door chimed indicating that she had already walked back inside and the door was closing, so she felt no need to yell out a reply.<br/><br/>The tip of the cane bounced back and fourth across the sidewalk, it was not that far of a walk back to the school but than again it was not as though Kassil could run the distance to make up the time. When the hard ground of the sidewalk turned into a raised platform followed by the soft feel of dirt she knew she had hit the premises of the school. Her class was on the first floor and was not all that hard to navigate to. For the most part the people in her school were extremely helpful they would offer to lead her to class though she had the layout pretty mapped out in terms of how many steps it took her to get from one place to another. It was when the jocks decided it would be fun to bump into her turning her around to the point where she was not sure exactly which way she was pointed, that really messed with her. Either it was out of pride or embarrassment she had never reported the incidents to the school officials instead she brushed it aside and pretended it had only been an accident. Thankfully being that she was already fifteen minutes late she had not encountered any further difficulty's.<br/><br/>There was a loud thump as her cane pressed up against the wooden frame of the door at the end of the hall, it was followed by a few giggles and laughter from the class. The noise had interrupted the class and announced her late arrival to the class. Kassil pulled the cane back and reached out for the handle so she could open the door. As expected she was met with a smart remark made by the professor.<strong>"I see we have another late bloomer. Well come in take your seat."</strong>He had of course been talking about Duncan who arrived moments before her. Kassil remained silent as she counted the steps in her head to where her desk was. It was continent that she had the desk furthest to the right of the class and in the front row so it had only been six steps from the door. As she hit the sixth step her leg pressed firmly into the edge of the desk as it had every other time. Her hands fell to the top of the surface, and she traced the outline around to the back where her chair was. Once she sat down and got her self situated the professor resumed his speech.<br/><br/>( I am sorry its short I am still extremely tired and about to go lay down again >.> )