<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<br/>Thinking: Confused about the notebook.<br/>=========================================================================================================================================================<br/><br/>The bell rang class was over. 12:33 Her daily ritual had started and yet she was not fully looking forward to it. Reaching forward Kassil felt around the top of the desk feeling for the two books she had upon the desk. As her thumb traced the outline she placed her fingers on the top and slid it to the bottom of the desk to pick it up. Repeating the process for the other book Kassil would place them both in an over the shoulder bag. Her right hand reached in to feel around for the plastic sheets she had made up. Each one had holes punched in them creating a pattern many knew as braille. She could tell where in her bag each book would need to be placed in order to find them again for later use, that was the one thing anyone could say about Kassil. For being blind she was well kept and extremely organized. She had to be, her brain was really the only thing she had going for her. At least so far.<br/><br/>The books were back in there resting place and she had pulled a small white tube out of her bag, there was a red tip at the end. Upon pulling the tip Kassil was able to extend the tube which now had been showing it was collapsible; as the stick was long enough to reach the ground a foot in front of her. Flicking her wrist back and forth she was able to move the stick just out side of her own width, which would help her determine if anyone or anything was in the way of her walking. To Kassil the world was almost a numbers game... Six steps to the right  the door to leave the class, twelve steps forward two to the right and nine straight and she would hit the top of the steps to head down the stairs. Counting, it was how she knew when to turn and how far to go. Of course she used other methods as well such as smelling the food to the café. That was an easy one. If all else failed asking for help was not beneath her. She had her pride but there come's to a point when everyone needs help, so to her it was not all that bad.<br/><br/>The stick collides against the railing of the stairs and the wall on the other side, she was on the right track and so far all was good. Up a head she knew she should be encountering a glass door impeding her way to the outside. Pulling her cane in she would reach her hand out looking for the push handle. The look of confusion must have been evident for one passing student placed her hand on Kassil's shoulder her voice soft as though whispered.<strong>"The door is being held open today by a stopper."</strong>Kassil smiled and nodded<strong>"Thank you, I uh"</strong>she stopped realizing she really did not need to explain herself. The student rubbed the girls shoulder before removing her hand entirely.<strong>"See you in biochemistry 304 later"</strong>She said much louder than she had the comment before.<br/><br/>Once out the door it was pretty much a straight shot to Starbucks. She would pass three streets and a bread shop, the smell was the indication that she had arrived. However as fate would have it she was stopped once more. She could hear the footsteps behind her they had been at a jogging pace at the very least.<strong>"Wait. Hey Kassil you forgot your notebook" </strong>Her brows furrowed in confusion again, she did not own a notebook there must have been a mistake.<strong>"I'm sorry, I... don't own a notebook. That and if I dropped one I would have heard it I think you have the wrong person."</strong>giving a slightly uncomfortable laugh Kassil turned to leave only to be stopped once more.<strong>"Well, I mean. Your the only one on this campus that I know can read braille and this... Its got bumps and I only thought"</strong>That was all Kassil needed to hear; she reached out her hand waiting for the book to be placed in her hand.<br/><br/>The cover was smooth and felt glossy this was no ordinary notebook it was like a diary or at least some fancy book to write or keep a journal in. It was not until she opened the front cover that she felt the braille. She traced her thumb over the bumps four or five times. It was her name. Kassil had a case which had a stamp for every letter of the alphabet and knew there bumps like she knew herself. She could have sworn in front of a judge the letters were taken directly from that case but she knew she had not stamped anything lately. It was impossible, or it was a trick.<strong>"Thanks I... Must have dropped it"</strong>It was a lie but the pause was far to long not to be uncomfortable and the situation was clearly pointing in that realization. The only thing she thought was something was up and she was not about to let it go. Strange occurrences did not happen, everything happened for a reason. The notebook was slid into her bag, she would remember to pull it out and run her fingers over it again; she knew something was missing but what. She was not yet sure.<br/><br/>It was not that long before the smell of fresh bread hit her. She was back on her normal schedule but yet so much was already out of place. As her cane hit the edge of the door she pulled it back and reached forward to open the door.<strong>"Oh there she is, your five minutes late I almost thought you weren't coming" </strong>The friendly voice of the cashier called out placing a cup loudly on the top of the counter enough so Kassil could hear it and move in that direction. One hand reached into her bag pulling out her wallet while the other reached out for her coffee. "<strong>No no, I was just held up is all."</strong>They both shared a laugh the woman taking out enough change to cover the bill.<strong>"Your table is waiting for you. Have a great day"</strong>Kassil gave the woman a friendly smile, or at least where she thought the woman was. With that she turned around and headed out to the table. Taking one of the seats Kassil sat down pulling out the diary placing it on the table. Her fingers reached for the pages once more to confirm what she already knew to be true.