Deafly Secrets

Chapter 2

a/n: So, I was rereading over what I had in my notebook and Jesus freaking Christ, I am embarrassed at my writing a year ago. I don't like how it turned out at first, so I decided to rewrite it. This is just filler for the next chapter. The only part that is original is the first paragraph and the first sentence in the 2nd paragraph.

Oh and, for my enjoyment, I made Joetta sassy in this chapter when Joel and George are talking. I was seriously having way to much fun with that. She's also getting real pissy. The song is "From The Start" by Late Nite Reading, kinda describing my situation and Joetta's feelings for George. LISTEN AND ENJOY!

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We walked down a dirt road path, hidden by a forest. My grip tightens around J's hand as we get deeper into the forest.  Why did we have to go to this party anyway? It's not like we're friends with anyone there. J signs to me to keep my hopes up. My grip only tightens ever more that J's hand is throbbing with pain.

 We finally reach the concrete path signaling the end of the eerie forest that I have been ever-so paranoid about. The worst part about this party was I was so panicky, I would barely enjoy it. I would just want to hide away somewhere where I couldn't be found until it was over and then move on with my life as it was.

That was until I saw George, leaning up against a brick wall, really taking a big hit on his "cool guy" persona.

George Simons was 2 years older than us, making him 10. He has been my neighbour ever since I was in kindergarten. George was known as the coolest kid in 5th grade. He had girls in other grades swooning over him, just wanting to get a glimpse of his perfect emerald eyes.

I would be lying to say if I wasn't one of those girls.

But, alas, I could never catch the eye of George. My disability lead me to being a social outcast as I aged, even now at age 8. George only knew a few signs, the rest he had J translate to me.

"Hey Joel," George had said as we approached the house, completely ignoring the fact that, oh wait, there's a girl with Joel, maybe I should sa- wait, she's deaf, it wouldn't matter anyway.

"Hi George, you going in?" Which is something I would want to say but can't, instead Joel taking the words from my mouth and putting them into his.

"Who's the chick?" Oh me? I'm the girl you helped across the street when you were in 2nd grade all year because I couldn't hear when cars passed. What happened to that George?

"Joetta, you helped her across the street when we were in 2nd grade since she couldn't hear cars and you were afraid she would get hit." At least someone remembers.

"Oh, yeah. Joetta. Thought people called her Joey." HE REMEMBERS MY NICKNAME BUT NOT SAVING MY LIFE COUNTLESS TIMES. WHAT DO GIRLS SEE IN HIM?

"They do, but she just prefers Joetta right now." I am seriously wanting to punch someone in the fa-

"Hey Joetta, how's life?" Wow, he noticed me, that's thoughtful, I'm just some deaf girl YOU SAVED COUNTLESS TIMES.

"She's fine, getting panicky, but, all in all, she's fine." I could have said that myself, Joel, if you gave me some time.

"What does she have, panic disorder or something?" Oh, Ok. Just talk like I can't hea- Oh wait.

"Anxiety and panic, but neither of them are severe as they sound to be. Well, for right now." Yeah, Ok, let's just talk about all my problems right in front of a pulsing house since THAT'S WHAT ALL THE KIDS ARE DOING.

"Has she ever had an attack?" WHAT THE HELL!?

"Yeah, but they're minor attacks that were soothed with Yorkshire tea." Liar, one was major that lasted for 90 minutes.

"Is she alright now? She seems a bit tense." Ok, this is where I leave.

Honestly, I can't take Joel telling George, the guy that barely knows I exist, all these problems I have. It's not my fault I was born deaf, making me paranoid and anxious, causing me to have those horrid disorders. You don't go out and tell people about your friend's problem. You just don't. It crosses the line.