The bus surged forward and I gripped the railing tightly, planting my feet steadily on the floor. I turned my head and looked out the windows as we passed through the streets of Brooklyn. Although the area I lived in was quite broken down, it still looked beautiful in glistening streets with snow covering the sidewalks.
                          
I rode the bus for about ten minutes, listening as people began to awaken and conversations began to stir. People came and went on the bus until finally my stop arrived. I let go of the railing and make my way towards the front of the bus. I tightened the straps of my backpack as I reached the front.
                          
       "Have a good day Mrs. Jacobson," I spoke sweetly as I began descending the steps. She gave me a grin and waved.
                          
       "You as well sweetheart," She spoke. I waved to her with a smile and reached into my pocket to pull out my small piece of paper that held my schedule.
                          
I unfeld it and examined my list as I began to take a few steps towards the direction of my school. Sadly missing the faint cry from Mrs. Jacobson.
                          
       "Don't forget, I'll be back here at 8:00pm sharp!" She called out behind me. I waved to her passively as continued walking and searching through my sheet for my first appointment. I faintly heard the bus begin to drive away.
                          
       "Richards, Colson, ah Addams...8:45am," I spoke and looked up. I saw an older man walking by me and I gently tapped his shoulder. He turned towards me and I saw him adjust his glasses in confusion.
                          
       "I'm sorry to bother you sir," I spoke politely. "But do you know what time it is?" 
                          
He made an 'o' with his mouth before pulling back the cuff of his blazer and checking his watch.
                          
       "8:40 ma'am," He spoke bluntly. I looked to him as my eyes widened and my face fell. 
                          
I immediately began to sprint towards the school which was still about three blocks away. I dodged through groups of people and tried not to trip on any broken parts of the sidewalk. Which proved to be difficult. 
                          
       "Watch it kid!" One man yelled as I bumped into him, my backpack slinging back into my side. I caught myself before I fell over the small hole in the sidewalk. 
                          
       "Sorry!" I called out with an apologetic wave and continued running down the street. 
                          
I quickly rounded the corner of the street and the school was in sight. I ran up the steps to the large doorway, proceeding to push it open in a huff. I looked down to my books as I jogged down the hallway, searching for my math book for the appointment.
                          
But then I fell. 
                          
My books went flying out of my hands and my glasses flew off my face. I heard them slide across the floor as I fell to my knees in an unladylike manor. 
                          
I hissed as pain shot up my legs. I reached down to my knees and soon enough realized my glasses were missing and I began to frantically search for them. My hands began to slide across the floor, feeling for the large pair of glasses I had come to love.
                          
Book?
                          
No.
                          
Notebook?
                          
No.
                          
Pencil?
                          
No.
                          
Leg?
                          
N...wait what?
                          
I recoiled as my hand came in contact with a person's leg. I attempted to examine the person in front of me, but without my glasses I was completely blind.