It was the hard truth.
We all where plastics.
Nani.
Bee.
And even me.
Today was the day I finally came to accepting that. We where all about
approval
acceptance,
and perfection.
It was are morals in life. It was what are group was founded on those 3 simple things. I laid in my bed wide awake. After a rough day Carly falling on her ass was suppose to be the best part, but it wasn't.
Early That Day.
I erupted into laughter. Call me a bitch but, I did. I laughed my little ass off. After earning a scowl from Ms.Leta, I held in that last laugh and went to Carly's aid she swatted me away instantly and got her self up. She snapped her fingers and every one seem to grow quite not wanting be on her bad side.
" Carly are you okay?" I asked
Was I concerned hell no. But I had to ask.
" I'm fine, okay stop pestering me!"
Lies.
From the look in her eye she was utterly embarrassed.
I almost felt...
Bad.
" You don't seem to fine and neither does that routine. The Festival is two weeks away. My decision is made Kingsley well end off are performance." Ms.Leta spoke.
" No! No please I'll do it better I promise." Carly begged. Ms.Leta didn't budge. " My decision is fine your routine had great technique Carly but-"
" Her's was better." came out soft as she said those words Ms.Leta looked up from her keyboard she parted her lips ready to speak but stopped. She didn't even oppose. Carly faked a smile and nodded her head taking it how it was. But I couldn't forget what I saw in Carly's eyes.
Pain.
Rejection.
It made me feel bad.
Today was to eventful for my liking. From getting my seat changed in class,to having my locker vandalized, to ballet. Days like this made me wish for no tomorrow. Just thinking about walking into school after what I did yesterday gave me the chills. I looked down at my bruised knuckles giving them a stretch. They where sore. The condo was silent. No,annoying sibling running around, no late night news on the television, not even the sound of sizzling food and running dish water.
Times like this made me wish for a dog.
Silence.
How did he do it?
I needed to know. So I soaked in the silence. I cut on my Tv and muted it watching some random show. It was hard trying to read there lips.
" I ate corn dogs?"
No that can't the right. I replayed it watching it again.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Little Deaf Boy
Genç KurguJasper's voice was like waiting for a rain storm during a drought. You got excited when the clouds got grey hoping the skies would open and unleash the quench to your thirst. Even a cool breeze was a tease. And every time Jasper opened his mouth it...
