Naomi Garcia has to move away after she just started to fit in her town. The problem is : Naomi is deaf which makes school and normal life a little harder. She also has severe social anxiety and is very introverted and shy. But once you get to know...
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⋆｡°✩Naomi Garcia ⋆｡°✩
Well, that was not part of my plan.
First day at school and everyone already pays too much attention to me.
All because of that amazingly annoying guy. What was his name again?
Oh yeah, he didn't tell me.
Good thing is, he didn't talk to me any further. Bad thing is, we're in the same classes. I mean he probably won't interact with me anymore. He clearly said I have to learn "my place". He in fact has a thriving ego. I bet he gets spoiled at home. I'm still so embarrassed about what happened in the cafeteria. I couldn't even read his lips because I was so nervous and shocked. Like, who just grabs a random person by their shoulder and starts spouting things. Plus he talks very fast.
I hope everyone forgets about what happened.
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"Alright. For this project you all have to gather into groups. To make things easier, I already made those beforehand. Lea, Max, Kai and Anna you're group one..." I was not really paying attention to Mr. Taylor. He barely teaches stuff anyway. "Maya, Luca, Milo and Naomi," Wait, that guy's name is milo? It has to be him, he's the only guy left. "You are group five. As you already know, please speak slowly so Naomi can understand. Get to work!" Of all people, I end up with the most cocky and annoying bastard. Take deep breaths, everything will be fine. He probably won't even talk to me.
"Oh hello, Naomi!" Milo said. Just ignore him. Don't punch him. Just ignore him.
"Are you still intimidated by m-" I punched him. Phew, that was good. FUCK, I PUNCHED HIM.
Silence. The whole group looked at me. I felt their eyes peering into my skin. Suddenly the room felt smaller. I glanced at Milo. He was not glaring at me nor giving me weird looks. He looked shocked. I think no one ever had the courage to actually punch him. Why doesn't he say anything? Am I sweating? All eyes are now fixated on me. I feel like everyone is judging me. They all think I'm weird. Why is it suddenly this hot? The air's kind of restricted too. I thought punching someone this nerve wrecking should make you feel good. It did for a second, before everyone started staring at me with this weird look in their eyes.
At this point the whole class was looking at me.
My mind went blank.
My head whipped around, looking at all the faces, which were staring at me. Mr. Taylor said something. At Least I think I saw his lips move. I'm having a Panic attack. I'm having a Panic attack in school, because I punched milo. Milo the guy with the huge ego. I need fresh air, I need to go outside right now. I was trying so desperately to say something. A simple apology would be enough. But I cannot. I simply cannot talk.
How did this escalate so quickly? I was trying so bad, to not cause trouble. To make people not pay attention to me. I think I might die because of stress. I need to move. No, I need to run and never come back. They all think I'm a weirdo now.
I can't move my legs. I can't think. I can't talk.
I can't breathe.
My hands were trembling. So was my body.
Someone grabbed my arm. Someone picked me up from the chair I was sitting on. This might be death itself. Am I overreacting? Most likely.
Someone took me outside the classroom. I could barely see. Tears clouded my eyes. I still felt eyes staring at me. The "someone" was definitely bringing me to the nurses' office. We stopped. I started crying. Why? Pent-up stress? or even anger? I don't know, but I just cried. Not caring about the someone, who held me in his arms and let me cry on his shoulder. He patted my back. My father always does that. I almost laughed.
I cried. A lot. But when I was done and my eyes were all buffy and red, I felt pure terror. I didn't feel peaceful or relieved. I felt pure terror.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I, uhm, didn't mean for any of this to happen. Please tell the teacher I'm sorry and that I'm still going to do the project. About your shirt, uhh, sorry, it's all wet. You didn't have to. Oh, and tell everyone that I didn't mean to cause trouble." I was ranting. Talking way too fast. "Sorry about the punch too. I really didn't mean to. I-I owe you?" The last sentence was more of a question. I'm fucked. I'm clearly fucked. Milo looked kind of emotionless. But I think I saw something.
Eh, I don't care. He's still an asshole, which I will never ever talk to again. I hate him more than he hates me. Yes, that's why I punched him.
Milo was still standing there.
Now, I ran. I ran home. Where I am at peace. I didn't even look back. I only had one more class anyway.
Two things, I know.
Never interact with Milo again.
Don't go to school tomorrow.
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"Hi, how was school?" Nathan always gets home earlier than me. "don't you have classes until three?" He's fluent in sign so he always uses it when we talk. "Nope. The teacher let us go home earlier. Lucky me" I signed with a fake smile on my face, to make it look more convincing. "I'm heading into my room!" He didn't ask anymore questions.
My parents often worked late. But that was okay with me, as they were home on weekends.
Right, my journal. I loved my journal a lot. When I wasn't writing on my laptop, I was writing in my journal. It had this kind of feeling, good feeling. My handwriting is not the prettiest but it's mine.
Hm, what should I write about? Definitely not school. I also can't write about that asshole.
"If you'd take half his ego, it would still be bigger than Mount Everest."
That's an amazing quote. I started scribbling. Hm, I know exactly 2 Spanish words, which my father taught me. He's from some big Spanish city. One of them is 'hola' and the other one is 'pendejo', asshole. That's funny, another nickname for that bastard.
