I woke up. Nope, still nothing. Still couldn't hear the birds chirping outside my window, still couldn't hear if my the clangs of pots and pans that would mean that my mom was making breakfast downstairs, still couldn't hear the ruckus my twin brothers, Jake And Drake, made as they ran around the house playing as most 8 year old boys would. Nothing. And it always would be nothing. I hate being deaf. I guess I don't hate it all. I mean it's part of who I am. That's what I was taught growing up anyways.
My name is Annie Delair. I am 13 years old... And was born deaf. I have never heard the sound of my mom's laughter. I have never heard my twin brothers bickering. Never. And I never will.
I go to a school for the kids like me. In that case, "Special Need's Kids" Clarkton School for the Special Need's Kids to be exact. Now you know why I called it a "Special Needs" school. It's an alright school I guess. There are other deaf kids. There are also Blind kids, Mute kids, Mentally challenged kids, Even parylyzed kids. A lot of them are my friends. One of them is Missy Jackson. She's mute. She know's sign language too. We also have this other friend. His name is Zander Enclare. He's Blind. I have no friends that are what we call, "Normal Kids". It's just me inside my little trio of friends. I mean, At least I have friends and I'm not some little deaf loner girl.
I was about to push the blankets off of the top of me, when I saw my mom come in,
Good Morning sweetie. my mom signed to me.
'Morning. I replied. I got out of bed and walked downstairs. I sat at the kitchen table. I glanced at my two brothers. They were talking about something. I couldn't see either of their lips so I had no idea what was going on. Jake saw me sitting there at the table and he told his identical twin. Drake turned as well and they signed, "Good Morning." Even though they are only 8. They're really smart. They also have been raised to learn sign language as well as speaking with their mouths. Drake shook out his shaggy brown hair. Just as Jake rubbed his hand through his short brown hair. They had decided to have different types of hair so everyone could tell them apart. And luckily, It was easy to tell them apart because of their hair.
I saw my mom, Janie, walk into the kitchen.
Are you hanging out with Missy and Zander today? my mom asked me.
Probably. I answered her. Then I laughed at Drake, for he had somehow managed to balance a spoon on his face. My mom reached over to him and took the spoon off of his face. She handed the spoon back to him and said something to him. I didn't see her lips so I didn't see what she said. I hate it when people do that. My mom turned to me and she signed
You should get to school! She said. I nodded my head in understanding and said, "thank you" to my mother. I grabbed an apple from the bowl that was sitting on the counter and took a bite out of it. I said goodbye to my family and walked outside.
