Bfdi Glasses Novels & Stories

No matter how he looked at it, it was a lose-lose situation for him. "I'm sorry if I offended you in any way, but could you not do that again," Shane said as he looked at the boy who slapped him. His glasses was still a way of, so he squinted his eyes a bit. It was not as if he was bad-sighted or anything. Shane suffered from astigmatism which causes his vision to be blurry sometimes. This condition causes two different images of light from a single light source, neither of which is in focus on the retina. That is why Shane sometimes find it difficult to focus on one thing, which also might be the reason as to why Andrew would usually defeat him, when Shane was sure he would win.

Chris, who had been casually drinking tea with Carl, took the images and held them up to the light. He squinted at them, his facial features contorting strangely. "Hold on a second, I think my contact lens slipped," he muttered. He tried adjusting his lens with one hand while holding his eyelid with the other, but it didn’t seem to help. Finally, he gave up and took them out, grabbing a pair of glasses from his desk drawer. Renee blinked in surprise. "You wear glasses?" Chris adjusted the frames and smiled. "More than that—I'm practically blind without them. My prescription is over a thousand. Hard to tell, right? I usually wear contacts, so my face hasn't developed those permanent marks gla

Just then, a confident interviewee approached, his thick glasses framing a face well-acquainted with the sales industry. He held his resume with a testament to years of experience. However, Frederick didn't bother to look at the resume. A single glance at the thick lenses was enough for him to dismiss the candidate. "With glasses that thick, you must be at least 800 degrees nearsighted. Get out, we don't need you here." The confident interviewee felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him.

I look in his direction and I see him look away while adjusting his glasses. "Do you need them?" I hear myself ask. "This?" He asks as he adjusts his glasses again. I nod. "Yes," he says and keeps his head down. "Wow!" I say. "I've never seen a werewolf who needs glasses before." "Sorry to disappoint." I shake my head, "I am not disappointed. I am just wondering how it works. What exactly is wrong with your sight?" "Hyperopia," he says and looks to Bennie. I frown, "What?"