Blindfold

Blindfold is one of the half-dozen foster kids at the school, rescued by the administrators from a system too over-worked and under-paid to find foster parents that can handle the special needs of a mutant child. The state turned guardianship over when Blindfold was six. She's nine now.

She calls herself Blindfold because of the different-colored scarves she uses to cover her eyes. Her very obvious physical mutation is the lack of eyes. Her other mutation is precognition which makes for very interesting conversation. She answers the questions you're going to ask in the middle of the statement which leads to the question.

"My real name is because it's makes people uncomfortable Ruth but I like Blindfold." She played with the fringe on the white scarf wrapped around her face. "I don't care."

"Don't care if people are uncomfortable?" I asked.

"I don't care if you take a picture of me yes, I'm sure, Mr. S without my scarf."

Scott asked her anyway. Obviously he was used to this. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure, Mr. S. I like school because the voices are loud yours isn't that loud but the minds are quiet."

There's something disconcerting about having your questions answered before you even know you're about to ask it.

"You waited really well for my question," Scott told her.

I took the picture as Blindfold smiled, proudly, I thought.