Glasses.

Of all the things that Brooklyn had thought would happen to her at this school…getting told that she needed glasses was not one of them. It was a strange thought, the fact that someone had noticed that she had trouble seeing…but…while she was grateful for that amount of caring from one of…or more than one of the nuns that taught at the school…

She hated the idea that she had to get glasses. It would completely shatter her carefully cultivated image of someone who had her s**t together. She wasn’t a nerd...people with glasses…they were weaker than everyone else. They had a serious weakness just for the fact that you could honestly and literally remove their vision just by smacking the stupid things off of their face…

Brooklyn was already the weakest in terms of her being a Page in her group of friends so…this was just going to add another layer to that…they were going to want to protect her again…start saying how she had to be safe…oh god. She couldn't handle that again. She really couldn’t.

Trudging herself in the company of her math teacher, Brooklyn sighed and entered the eye doctor's office, unsure about just what was going to happen. This…was something new, and she clearly wasn’t comfortable with it…

It was going to cost a lot of money too, she knew that for a fact but…the staff had paid for it all which…again, was more than she could truly comprehend.

It was a kind thing…and not what was expected from adults but…these were nuns so maybe that was why they thought it was a good thing. Charity and all of that…helping others…blah blah…still.

Still. It was nice.

The exam wasn’t so bad, and there was nothing painful involved…unless you counted having your pupils forcibly dilated which…Brookly did not like and wouldn't wish on her greatest enemy…well.

Maybe her foster parents but. Whatever.

She was having a pair of glasses made, cheap ones of course with set of pink, plastic frames. They looked go with her hair and eyes when she tried them on in the office…and they would be ready in a few days.

It had been interesting to see just how much better that she could see with that machine up to her face and…maybe the idea of having glasses wasn’t so bad after all…

They were just another accessory, if she looked at them like that…they weren’t bad at all, really. The pink would tie in with the colors on her uniform and…well. She’d be able to see...which honestly…

Might actually make her a better Page. If she could see better…she could aim better…punch better…fight better. Yes…this was a good thing. Mostly. And the parts that weren’t…she would just make them a good thing. Or she’d figure something else out…

Soleiyu would surely be able to figure something out if she asked…maybe he could make her some contacts if the glasses were that bad…

Regardless of what happened. It wasn’t the end of the world.