Music is my voice...

The girl who's mute

"eomma!" The younger more happy version of Nani said.

Her mother glanced up from playing her violin.

"No, not eomma anymore Nani, we're in America. It's mommy." her mother said, in a soft voice.

The young Nani nodded.

"M-Mommy. Can you play my song?"

Her mother nodded and started to play Nani's song that she composed just for her when she was a baby.

Her mother softly sang in Korean.

"Ni..."

"Na-"

"Nani!"

The now 16 year old girl woke up, feeling warm tears fall down her cheeks.

She quickly rubbed the tears off of her face and looked at who had called out her name.

"Did you not get enough sleep?" Her best friend, Charlie asked her.

Nani looked at her best friend and shook her head side to side.

Charlie was now looking at her phone, texting her boyfriend, Alejandro.

Nani was now paying attention to her teacher. She was in a transfer class that is offered to all cultures that have transfered to America. Nani's father put her into the class when they moved from Korea when she was 6.

"Hey, apparently we're getting a new transfer, apparently he's from Italy. His name is Luca." Charlie whispered to Nani, her thick French accent making it hard to understand. Nani seemed to know what she was saying though, and she nodded.

The bell rang letting the teenagers out for a break.

As Nani get up quietly, picking up her things, her tacher asked her in Korean, "Can I talk to you for a second Nani?"

Nani nodded and grabbed her notebook that she used for talking to other people.

She walked up to her teacher and he talked to her about her falling asleep more often.

Nani sloppily wrote english down on her notepad, knowing her tacher couldn't read Korean, and apologized.

Sorry I haven't been getting much sleep... Don't know why.

Her teacher nodded and told her that he will be giving her extra questions because she wasn't paying attention.

Nani thanked her teacher and bowed in apology and left for lunch.

As she ate her leftover chicken from dinner last night, she listened to her friends Charlie, an immigrant from France, and Her other friend Marreeah, from Mexico talk about class.

"Why did the teacher keep you after class?" Marreeah asked Nani.

I fell asleep so he gave me extra pr problems.

Nani had to rewrite the word problems.

Marreeah and Charlie nodded.

they contenued with their lunch.

When is the transfer coming to class?

Nani wrote down eating the last of her omlette she made for lunch with her chicken.

"I think Wednesday..." Charlie said, her mouth full of crossant her mother made.

Two days... Nani thought to herself.

After Nani finished her lunch she excused herself on her notepad, and used her extra time left to play an instrument in the music room.

Today Nani was going to play the piano.

She was skilled in every instrument you threw at her, after all, Both of her parents were famous Musicians.

She quietly sang the song her mother made for Nani.

She realized she forgot to lock the door, but before she could reach the knob, the bell rang.

Nani quietly left the room and made her way back to the transfer class for mathematics.

Nani entered the room a few minutes before the bell rang and started on her homework from the last class.

When the bell rang the teacher walked into the room and began the lesson.

Nani payed close attention and wrote down notes.

Nani felt her eyes droop down. She was tired.

She silently slapped herself and forced her body to ignore the sleep it wanted so badly.

She barley stayed awake, good thing that was the last class of the day.

As Nani slowly walked down the street to get to her apartments she accedentally bumped into a strange body.

"Watch where your going..." The voice said in a thick Italian accent

Nani bowed in apology and rushed off.

A thick Italian accent... Nani thought to herself, That must've been the transfer from Italy.

Nani mentally slapped herself and headed home.

When she collapsed onto her bed, she fell into a deep nap.

"Eomma!"

Her mother turned around and said something udrescribable in Korean.

The small Nani's head turned to the left and she saw planes, and attendants.

Airport...

Nani felt a hand tug on her.

Her father looked down at her and smiled, holding her hand.

"Oppa..." The small child whispered, but her father didn't seem to hear.

She felt another hand tug onto her other arm.

Her mother looked down as well and smiled softly at the small Korean child.

The child relaxed and followed her eomma and oppa onto the plane. The plane that would soon change her life.

The child sat in the middle seat between her mother and father.

Her mother shared and earbud with her daughter, they listened to music. Her father seemed to be reading a newspaper.

He noticed the six year old looking at the paper. He grinned and lowered the paper and slowly read to the child.

They were a happy family of three.

Nani woke up, feeling a warm tear roll down her face. she let the tear slide down her cheek. She s
checked the clock.

8:00.

She had to complete her homework, eat dinner and take a shower.

Nani decided to put the shower off till morning, and she quickly made and omlette.

She ate while doing homework and when she got done it was only 10:30.

Nani rewarded herself, and played the violin that sat next to her her bed.

about 15 minutes into her playing she heard a knock on her door.

She grabbed her conversation notebook and went to answer the door.

When she opened the door she looked up at a tall man her age.

"Oi, why are you playing that instrument at a time like this?!" Nani bowed respectfully and wrote in her notebook.

Sorry I havent had the tim latly to play at a resonble tim

Nani spelled a couple of words wrong by mistake.

"Stop playing so late, some people are trying to sleep!" The man said, his accent thickly British.

Nani bowed again in apology and closed the door after he turned to leave.

Guess I won't be playing you for a while... She thought while looking at her violin longingly.