Mute (2nd version) Narry

Niall

The early morning light shone brightly through my window signifying It was time to get up; As i am deaf I have to use whatever means I can find to wake me up as I can't hear alarm clocks like everyone else can. I yawned as I sat up, I hardly got any sleep last night and today was not going to be fun. The bruises from yesterday throbbed whilst I got ready for school, having to put on that frankly disgusting school uniform. Who even thought of the idea of a tie ?! I quickly packed my bag and left for school, like usual I was late. It normally takes about 25 minutes to walk to school and today was no exception. I ended up with a late mark and the bitch of the receptionist told me, whilst smiling, I was getting a formal warning sent home. Great I thought, more reason for my dad to get mad at me. I walked as slow as I could to form, I hated it. Everyone in my form seemed to hate me, I guess it had something to do with the fact I couldn't hear them but sometimes they forgot I could lip read their words to a certain extent so when the called me those horrible names, I knew they hated me. I opened the door to the form room and not a single pair of eyes turned to look at me. I was thankful, I hated attention and granted I was late everyday but I didn't have a single friend eagerly waiting for me to arrive at school every morning so we could exchange stories and laugh at stupid things the other did. I longed for a friendship like that but it was never going to happen. I took my seat, hoping that the time would pass quicker, but apparently some stupid laws of physics or something prevent that. Harry styles and his friendship group were sat behind me. They were the 'popular' boys, the ones found kicking a ball around at break and picking on the unpopulars arfter school. I was an unpopular and I hated it. They mocked my sign language whenever they could, laughing , i had no idea what they were saying to each other when they were circled around me. I just longed for the day I could escape it all.
The students in my class stood up telling me it was changeover to first period, I had maths. I hated maths, really didn't understand it. The teacher made no effort to adapt the lesson for me so I ended up copying notes from a textbook whilst he was explaining It on the board. The school couldn't afford anyone to help me so it was left to the individual teachers, but they didn't care.
I opened my book, today we were doing integration and it made no sense. I couldn't ask any questions, no one would understand me so I made a note to myself to look it up on the internet later. It was always like this for me.
My second class of the day was Spanish. I loved Spanish, learning a new language to be able to communicate with more people was such a powerful reason to study a language I thought. I couldn't speak to anyone, I couldn't listen to anyone but my written Spanish was one of my strongest subjects I took. Today we were writing about 'las mujeres en el mercado trabajo' a really interesting topic but the class discussions about it reminded me what I was missing out on. Luckily the Spanish teacher jots the ideas on the board for me to copy but I can't contribute any of my own without drawing attention to myself. I tried to stay invisible during lessons and luckily my teachers let me unlike my abled hearing counterparts.
Break time came and this was the time of day I dreaded the most. My year was assigned the hall to hang out in but I had no one to hang out with. I sat in the corner by myself hoping to to become the punchbag of one of the popular boys he if glanced in my direction

Authors note
If you read the first chapter thank you soooooo much, I posted this story before but I really didn't like how I had written it and I want to do a better job this time. Il hopefully do the second chapter shortly I'm just planning the rest of the story at the minute. Leave me a comment i want to know your feedback. I'm tempted to involve some Spanish into my story, should I translate it as well or just leave it? Let me know

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