She needed glasses.

It wasn't that she couldn't see without them, but what she
could see with them. When she wore glasses, her eyes focused so deeply that she
could see not only the physical but also beyond. It was like a superpower. But she
needed glasses.
It was easy to spot her. All you needed to do was look at her socks. They were
never a matching pair. One would be green while the other would be blue. One would
reach her knee while the other barely touched her ankle. Every other part of her
was perfect, but never the socks. They were her micro act of rebellion.
It was a simple tip of the hat. Grace didn't think that anyone else besides her had
even noticed it. It wasn't anything that the average person would notice, let alone
remember at the end of the day. That's why it seemed so unbelievable that this
little gesture would ultimately change the course of the world.
With six children in tow, Catherine raced to the airport departing gate. This
wasn't an easy task as the children had other priorities than to get to the gate.
She knew that she was tight on time and the frustration came out as she yelled at
the kids to keep up. They continued to test her, pretending not to listen and to
move in directions that only slowed them down. They had no idea the wrath they were
about to receive when Catherine made it to the gate only to be informed that they
had all missed the plane.
It was a concerning development that he couldn't get out of his mind. He'd had many
friends throughout his early years and had fond memories of playing with them, but
he couldn't understand how it had all stopped. There was some point as he grew up
that he played with each of his friends for the very last time, and he had no idea
that it would be the last.
Peter always saw the world in black and white. There were two choices for every
situation and you had to choose one of them. It was therefore terribly
uncomfortable for him to spend time with Ashley. She saw the world in shades of
gray with hundreds of choices to choose from in every situation.
Where do they get a random paragraph?" he wondered as he clicked the generate
button. Do they just write a random paragraph or do they get it somewhere? At that
moment he read the random paragraph and realized it was about random paragraphs and
his world would never be the same.
He lifted the bottle to his lips and took a sip of the drink. He had tasted this
before, but he couldn't quite remember the time and place it had happened. He
desperately searched his mind trying to locate and remember where he had tasted
this when the bicycle ran over his foot.
Patrick didn't want to go. The fact that she was insisting they must go made him
want to go even less. He had no desire to make small talk with strangers he would
never again see just to be polite. But she insisted that Patrick go, and she would
soon find out that this would be the biggest mistake she could make in their
relationship.
It was their first date and she had been looking forward to it the entire week. She
had her eyes on him for months, and it had taken a convoluted scheme with several
friends to make it happen, but he'd finally taken the hint and asked her out. After
all the time and effort she'd invested into it, she never thought that it would be
anything but wonderful. It goes without saying that things didn't work out quite as
she expected.