That Day I Fell For a Hearing Boy.

I felt my bed vibrate and I got up. "New life..." I thought to myself while getting my shower ready. My showers were always burning hot and I always had a speaker by me so I can listen to music. well not really listen, feel. I became deaf at the age of ten.

It was the first day of school and I decided to walk myself. We only lived a street away, so why not. I was listening to music. I can even remember the song, when a bus hit me.

I was in a coma for a month. Mom started to argue with dad

by this time and walked out on me and dad. So dad was left alone worrying about me and learning sign language. I had no idea, until I woke up. Dad wrote everything down, when I asked why he wasn't talking he wrote this. "Honey when you got hit the part of the brain that help you hear was destroyed." Now remember I was ten, so he had to use the right vocabulary with me. "Stay strong, we can do this together." That was the one thing that kept me hopeful. My dad kept me fighting, and to this day I'll never forget. I feel the vibrations of that song everyday now. I learned how to read lips and sign, so I can keep track with people around me. That brings me to my point, today I start going to a new school.

A school, of hearing people.