CHAPTER 2
We suddenly felt hands on our shoulders, guiding us to our individual seats. Pulling the chair carefully away from the table, we fumbled around, trying to find our
bearings. I felt confused and lost, my sense of touch, smell and taste heightened at the loss of my vision, and I suddenly noticed Morgan’s Jasmine perfume, and the smell of raspberry emanating from Megan’s lip-gloss.
“Wow,” I whispered, feeling overwhelmed with the sounds and smells around me. “This is insane.”
The girls giggled softly, and I felt their hands reaching for me. “I’m on your right and Morgan’s on your left,” Megan replied, holding my hand tightly.
“Got it,” I replied, still trying to find my sense of direction. I heard voices whispering around me; the air filled with a sense of peaceful ambience. M
