Hand Gestures

As I drove down the highway on my Ducati motorcycle I thought about what my new school would be like. You see I've never been to a hearing school before. I was born deaf and attended a elementary/ middle school for deaf people. It was nice because we could always be ourselves and never had to worry about being bullied. But last year our school had a shooting happen there, and it was closed down. So all my friends and I were broken up and sent to different schools. My all time best friend Emmett will be going to Jackson high school with me but other than that we were completely separated

I pulled into the parking lot of my new school and I immediately got looks. I may be deaf but I doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that my motorcycle has a strong and powerful engine, making it loud. I felt people's eyes on me as I got off my bike and removed my helmet. I'm not gonna lie I'm good looking, But the girl situation is going to play out like it always does, there going to try to talk to me and then they realize that I'm deaf and don't want to deal with me. Some deaf people learn to talk but I refuse too. It's embarrassing and I feel that if people want to get to know me they can sink down to my level for once, I'm always accommodating hearing people and it's tiring. I began walking to the school door, glancing at my schedule when I bumped into someone. I looked up and read her lips I could tell she was embarrassed and sorry. I touched her hand and got her too look at me,

"I'm so sorry" I signed to her

She looked at me for a long moment, and them she held out her hand. I shook her hand and I signed J. A. M. E. S.

"Zoey" she said

I apologized again and then left.

I headed into the schools big double doors and headed to the office. I was aware that I was going to be assigned a person to sign along as the teacher talks. I never asked for any of this shit. I never asked to be moved schools, I never asked for a shrink because of the mental scaring I faced. I don't want any of it but somehow I'm stuck with it.

I got directions from the office to go to the counselors office where the other two deaf kids that would be attending were meeting. One of which was Emmett, I'm not sure who the other person is however. I walked in and saw a man standing in the corner and a young looking lady with blonde hair sitting at the desk. Sitting around the desk was Emmett and a boy name Anthony who went to my previous school also. We were told that we would have the same classes and Mr. Markham would be in our class and sign along so we could keep up. I walked out of the counselors office pissed as ever. Emmett caught up to me and immediately began complaining. You see, this is why we're best friends. We discussed how we were basically being stalked as we walked to our first class.