After a few days of hanging out with Derek, we were friends and unseperable.
I've needed a friend like Derek, since he is the only person that speaks my "language."
"Whats up, girl?" He signs as he comes into Art.
"Nothing. What about you?" I reply and he responds with the same.
"Lunch today?" He asks.
"Definitely." I sign with a nod of my head.
"What is it like to not be able to talk?" Derek asks.
"Lonely, no one talks to you." I reply honestly. "No one tries to be your friend. You aren't "normal", you're weird and defected."
"Wow. I'm sorry, I should've came here sooner." He says and jokes.
~*~*~
Lunch came sooner than usual.
"I still dont know your name." Derek states as he sits down. Amazingly his friends still tag along with him to my table.
"So whats your name?" They asks.
I feel something but not sure what.
Something strange, something quiet, something exciting, something scary.
Something.
The words of something else than silence.
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