I wake up with my brown, wavy hair askew. This happens every morning, but its better than usual if I fishtail braid it, I probably won't have to wash it. This could mean I have more time, to sleep, go on the internet, and do my homework... HA! Just kidding. I don't wait until the last minute to do my homework, but today I had reason to. Yesterday was awesome. Its kind of weird, because I've always had old or weird or scary neighbors, but just a couple of months ago, some people moved in. They brought their chickens with them, and since I live in Indiana, this wasn't strange to me. I just now am starting to get to know them, and I think I might wake up now, a little so I can get dressed.
I run down the stairs, and it looks like everyone else is sleeping. I start to make a bowl of cereal for myself and try not to make noise--even though I can't hear it, I'm still considerate. Then I go to wake up my brother, we're twins, but we don't look like it at all. I look like the older one, and he still looks like he's 12. He gets up slowly and scratches his head.
"Get up Jae!! WAKEY WAKEY!!" I slap the back of his head.
"ugh. I hate you." he signs and says because he's just that good.
"Love you too bro. NOW. What could today be might you ask?"
"I didn't ask--"
"MY DRIVING TEST!!!!!!"
"and mine..." he signs sadly.
"Well, we know you're gonna fail yours anyways."
"Whatever Jade!! YOU are the bad driver."
"WHY?"
"You're deaf dummy."
"Well yea, but I think that I have the right to drive just like anyone else." I walk out and I'm a little hurt, actually. I grab my toothbrush from the holder and brush for a really long time. Once I'm done, I get dressed in my favorite tank, because it's supposed to be the first nice day of the year, and I don't care if I get in trouble, I can just block them out. Since I go to a public, hearing school, I have struggled keeping up, but I REFUSE to have a creepy interpreter follow me around. NOT HAPPENING.
YOU ARE READING
Deaf not Different
Teen FictionIt's not easy, being deaf, it never has. Kids at school are mean. They have never understood why I talk the way I do, or why I do that with my hands, all they know is what they see confuses them. They see someone that isn't like them and think "the...
