Overcoming Problems
Overcoming Obstacles
Bay High School, where teens in Panama City went to get an education including Cyanne, there was no exception even if you had only one good eye. A few months had passed and Cyanne had not settled down in her new school. She found no belonging due to her birth defect. Along the corridor to her locker, Cyanne was elbowed and shoved to the side. What made it more hurtful for her was that nobody said anything but in their eyes was gloat and disgust. Cyanne swallowed it all down her throat. Only today, it was so much worse. On her locker were two large words: One-eyed girl. Cyanne started to walk away but before she could make her little escape, the laughing started; it sent vibrations through Cyanne’s tiny frame. She could feel the tears threatening to spill out. Her tolerance had reached its limit. “Who did this to me?” Her voice rang loud and clear. The corridor went silent for a second it hurt your ears. Then they resumed their “daily” activities. Being ignored? That was not what she wanted; she wanted that horrid coward to face up with her directly!
Life in school was a living hell. She collapsed lifelessly on the nearest pillar. And before Cyanne had the chance to contemplate another thought, the world faded to nothing…
The next moment when she woke up, she was in her familiar old comfy bed. She got off and headed out instantly. Through the doorway, she heard Dad murmuring, “We should send her to a visual re-habitation center!” There was silence, which implied that Mum did not disagree. Why did they send her to school then, to be ridiculed? Cyanne flushed with anger and with tears trickling down her face, she slipped out through the backdoor.
After a while of crying, Cyanne realized that the neighbor had been watching her weep. She wiped away her tears in a flurry, embarrassed for a moment.
After those tears were dried, Cyanne could see much more clearly. What took her by surprise was that the neighbor
Bay High School, where teens in Panama City went to get an education including Cyanne, there was no exception even if you had only one good eye. A few months had passed and Cyanne had not settled down in her new school. She found no belonging due to her birth defect. Along the corridor to her locker, Cyanne was elbowed and shoved to the side. What made it more hurtful for her was that nobody said anything but in their eyes was gloat and disgust. Cyanne swallowed it all down her throat. Only today, it was so much worse. On her locker were two large words: One-eyed girl. Cyanne started to walk away but before she could make her little escape, the laughing started; it sent vibrations through Cyanne’s tiny frame. She could feel the tears threatening to spill out. Her tolerance had reached its limit. “Who did this to me?” Her voice rang loud and clear. The corridor went silent for a second it hurt your ears. Then they resumed their “daily” activities. Being ignored? That was not what she wanted; she wanted that horrid coward to face up with her directly!
Life in school was a living hell. She collapsed lifelessly on the nearest pillar. And before Cyanne had the chance to contemplate another thought, the world faded to nothing…
The next moment when she woke up, she was in her familiar old comfy bed. She got off and headed out instantly. Through the doorway, she heard Dad murmuring, “We should send her to a visual re-habitation center!” There was silence, which implied that Mum did not disagree. Why did they send her to school then, to be ridiculed? Cyanne flushed with anger and with tears trickling down her face, she slipped out through the backdoor.
After a while of crying, Cyanne realized that the neighbor had been watching her weep. She wiped away her tears in a flurry, embarrassed for a moment.
After those tears were dried, Cyanne could see much more clearly. What took her by surprise was that the neighbor