Written by Missionotaku321.
Pop.
The watermelon gum bubble retreated back into my mouth as I threw my school bag onto my bed and reached for my skateboard. On my arm, my tattoo moved slightly as I flexed and grabbed the deck. It read 'Yo, ya like the taste a dead dreams? Blueberry muffins suck.'
Bizarre, right? Nonetheless, I smiled at it and went to find my mother. As I thought, she was sitting in her room and unpacking a box of yarn, which she used to knit with. I got her attention and she smiled.
"Off to find a park, Izaiah?" she signed. Yes, my mom was deaf. I am too, but that wasn't a surprise when it happened. I was seventeen and had always had bad hearing, and then I got into an accident and hit my head on a curb. I couldn't hear a word after that, but I didn't mind. I had kind of figured my hearing would go sooner or later.
I nodded and signed a goodbye to her, then turned and jogged out. As soon as I got outside of our dingy house, I tossed my skateboard onto the ground and hopped on. I had seen a skatepark on the bus ride to my new school and was eager to find it.
I had gotten out of school slightly early because I had free period as my last class, so when I found the park, it was empty. I picked a halfpipe and started practicing tricks to the point that my vibrant red hair stuck to my forehead with sweat.
Soon, more people came around, but most of them avoided my halfpipe. After a bit, I paused and went to grab the water bottle and blueberry muffin I had brought with me. A tap on the shoulder startled me, and I turned to see an orange-haired girl staring at me. She seemed angry, and for a second, I thought it was a territorial thing, like I wasn't supposed to skate on her halfpipe or something. She was flanked by two others, a short brunette kid who looked like he was still in middle school and a tall blonde.
Luckily, I was fairly good at lip reading, and understood when she said, "Yo, ya like the taste a dead dreams? Blueberry muffins suck."
Instantly, I smiled, but before answering, I gestured calmly to indicate that I was deaf. I was probably louder than necessary when I spoke, but I replied, "Yeah, I love blueberry. Uzu, right? I think I'll call you Zuzu."
She narrowed her eyes at me, but then her face took on an expression that read 'Oh my god.' She held up her arm, read it quickly, and stared at me, then grabbed my arm and read it.
"Jesus. Frankie, Elliot, I will punch you if you make fun a this, but I found my soulmate."
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