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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₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧Naomi Garcia ✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊
"Mum, I'm home," I'm in so much trouble. Milo mentioned that Lia contacted my parents but nonetheless, I'm in trouble.
My mom then rushed towards me and started signing way too aggressively.
"Who's Lia? Why didn't you text us? Were there any boys? Oh god, please tell me otherwise."
"I'm sorry, mum. There were no boys. Everything's okay," I whispered.
She just gaped at me.
"so.. no boys?"
I nodded.
"Phew, thank god. Who's Lia, sweetie?"
"She's my friend.. mum are you crying?"
"I'm so happy! My baby's got friends already," she squealed in a voice high pitched voice.
I smiled at her and walked into my room.
She didn't even notice my change of clothes.
When I opened the door I let out a loud sigh that turned into a gasp when I saw Nathan.
"What the fuck?" I basically yelled.
"Hey, watch your language. Where were you and don't say Lia's house 'cause I already know you weren't there," he was speaking slowly, looking at Milos clothes on my body. Even Though I didn't hear him, I heard the hint of suspicion in his voice.
"Then you're clearly wrong. I was at her house. And these," I pointed to myself "are her clothes. They're oversized!" That was the best excuse I could come up with.
"Liar, Liar pan-"
"Nathan, you're not six." At Least he's not questioning me any further.
"Were you fucking around," He gasped audibly.
"What- NO!"
I was always closer with Nathan than with Luis. we were closer in age. I told Nathan everything and he told me everything. I was grateful for him. He never judges me and he doesn't pity me. It felt bad, lying to him.
"Good. I don't want my baby sister fuc-"
"Stop mentioning that!" I whisper-yelled.
"Mhm, fair enough. How was the party?"
Shit.
"Great, totally great," does that sound realistic? I hope it does. I couldn't possibly tell him that I got harassed and thrown into a pool..
"Good.. I'm going to my room,"
"Close the door behind yourself!"
He replied by giving me the finger.
Fucking brothers.
I threw myself onto my bed and just lay there. My head was a mess. The only things that cross my mind are a certain brunette and his actions. Why was he helping me? Why did he care?
Right now, he hates me and then two seconds later, he's helping me out when no one else will. My thoughts get cut short when my phone rang with a new message.
"You coming to prac? It's at 5 xx" It's Lia
Shit, today's Saturday. Lia told me handball practice would start soon, but not this soon. I glanced at the clock hanging next to my closet. 1 o'clock.
I sighed. I still had four hours.
I've been at this school for three weeks and I'm slowly but soundly accommodating. My first handball practice session was okayish. All the girls were shocked. How can a deaf girl play handball? That's what they all asked.
Everytime they asked, I told them that I could still see.
Maybe I was deaf but I didn't play bad. I was decently good. Now, the girls are used to it. I study their moves so we can play better. I don't need to talk. #
It's also been three weeks since I slept over at Milo's. I haven't looked nor talked to him ever since. I did feel uncomfortable though. Like someone was watching or staring at me. It was kind of creepy.
"Uhg, I hate school. Our last lesson is Mr. smith. He always spits when he talks"
"That is true," I chuckled.
Class started and time went by pretty quickly. 50 minutes later and all students rushed outside to get their bus or walk home.
"Bye, Lia! See you soon," I then rushed to the lockers, as I forgot my sweater in there.
I opened it and a note fell out. I picked it up from the ground and inspected it first. It was blank. Nothing written on it. When I folded it open my eyes fell on one specific thing. A drawing. Drawing of myself. I saw this once. In Milo's room.
There was something written under the drawing.
"-I'm sorry, Naomi. I wanted to tell you that way sooner. Please forgive me.-"
That was all that was written. Faintly, I saw an outline of something else, which he probably erased.
"Please l-"
That's all I could read. What the fuck?
It was nearly midnight and I was still clutching the note in my hand. This is beyond fucked up. I stayed up watching movies and writing in my journal all night, only to proceed to think about him again.
Should I text him? I mean I still got his number from the school group chat.
What if he thinks I'm weird for texting him?
What if he thinks I'm a stalker? He, himself, never gave me his number.
After a lot of overthinking I grabbed my phone and messaged him.
I then quickly threw my phone as far as I could without breaking it and grabbed my headphones. I stood up and grabbed my cell from where it lay on the ground, turned on a true crime podcast and fell asleep to the voice of a woman talking about murderers and missing people. And possibly, a brunette boy.
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Hi loves!!
Very short chapter today, I'm so sorry.
I got an early exam that I need to learn for but I still wanted to write the next chapter.
