Aster stood before the building, holding his eyes opening, forcing himself not to squint. He wasn't going to let himself squint, it didn't matter if the building wavered in his sight, blurring at the edges. He wasn't going to let it bother him, he wasn't going to admit that anything was wrong. Nothing was wrong.
Adjusting the satchel over his shoulder, Aster walked up the path carefully, making sure to keep his steps even. Placing each step with care, making sure there were no pitfalls that were obscured by his blurring vision. He made it to the doors without problems, sending a silent 'told ya' to his parents who had been reluctant to let him make his own way to school that day. He wasn't an invalid, he could handle himself perfectly well!
Making his way to the office, at least he assumed it was the office, Aster signed himself in. It was a stupid time to be starting a new school, but his parents had insisted on moving in order to be closer to the clinic where much of his time would have to be spent. There weren't many specialists in the field, and though it had been made clear that he couldn't get the sight back that he had already lost, there was still some hope that they could halt the progress of the disease that was eating away at his vision.
He avoided looking at the principle, making the necessary responses to the questions, and assuring the man that he was going to be find. He could still see fine thank you. No he didn't need any assistance. Though the man's face was blurry, he could imagine the pity on his features, could practically see it through foggy vision. He tried to ignore it, but it settled like a pit in his stomach. Swallowing down his annoyance at the pity, he allowed himself to be led to his new homeroom.
"Everyone," the teacher spoke loudly, causing the Australian to wince. "This is Aster, Aster Bunnymund. He's just transferred here. Is there anyone who could help show him around to his classes?"
Aster bristled. He didn't need help! He was sure he could find his way around quite fine on his own, even if the lines on the map the principal had reluctantly given him did blur together a little. There was a sigh beside him, the teacher no doubt losing faith in her students having the decency to show the new kid around. She decided on someone herself after taking a look at Aster's schedule and the roster of students assigned to her. "Jokul, how about you? Looks like you two share a number of electives, and your classes aren't that far apart,"
