Prologue

Hi! My name is Poplar, and I'm fifteen years old. I have two older sisters, Acacia and Pine, and a younger brother, Oak. My mom has this strange thing for trees, as you can probably tell. My mom's name is Lilli, and my dad's is Samuel. I look nothing like the rest of my family, though; a dull-purple-eyed redhead among a family of green-eyed blondes.

I also have another difference from them: I'm blind. Not everything-is-blurry-without-glasses blind; everything-is-black-even-with-glasses blind. I was born blind. Dumb, right? The only reason I know I look different from the rest of my family is because everyone talks about it.

"There goes the blind girl with purple eyes," they say. "Why does she have purple eyes? And that red hair? Everyone in her family has green eyes and blonde hair."

They think I can't hear them. They think that because I'm blind, I have no hearing at all.

In fact, it's the opposite.

Some people say I have superhuman hearing; I say that because I'm blind, my ears needed to develop more, so that I could tell what's going on around me. It's strange, really. I can hear someone call me from almost two miles away; and the distance gets farther every day!

My mom thinks it's very strange - I can tell from her tone of voice - kind of high pitched - when she says, "It's completely normal, Poplar."

My dad is the same way.

My siblings are more outward with their actual opinion, saying things like "You have super hearing, Poplar! How'd you hear that?" or "Poplar, what are they saying? C'mon, tell me! I can't hear!"

But it's all alright with me. I love my family, even when they're being rude or annoying.

Anyways, this is my story.

Hey guys! This is my first non-fanfiction story, and it doesn't have gay in it because I'm going to publish it irl in a while. Thanks for reading!