My quite world

Galactic Beat (Sci-fi Extra)

(the picture was an edit I did...)
Galactic Beat

First day of school is always tough for me. I've spent the whole last year reminding them I can't hear, and it's like they forget it over the summer. Or the new kids, who think I'm rude when I don't respond to a call behind me. This is only the third year of being deaf, but it's been way too long. I miss being able to talk to anyone, I miss the radio, I even miss my little brother's constant chatter. It just doesn't seem fair. A guy got his license suspended, not my fault. A guy got drunk, not my fault. A guy drove drunk on a suspended license, not my fault. A drunk guy with a suspended license drove his car and swerved into our car, not my fault. None of that was my fault, but I'm the one who had a fractured skull, and am now deaf thanks to that jerk. He spent two years in jail, and guess what, he got drunk again, and drove without any license, and ran into another car. I don't think it's fair that he got away with no scratches, and nothing permanent.

Hey Lenora! Abby signed. Abby is my very best friend, but still completely opposite from me. She has the stylish clothes, she's in the popular group, and she's got a boyfriend, but she's still got time for me. I'm not one for appearances, sure I don't show up in sweat pants or pajamas, but I don't go out of my way for clothes. I'm definitely not a popular kid, what with being deaf and all. The one thing we have in common is our love for music. She's in chorus, and I'm in band. Yes I'm still in band, and yes I'm still first chair clarinet.

"Hi" I sign back.

"Have you heard the new song Galactic beat on the radio?" She asked, forgetting to sign, but I read her lips. "Oh my gosh Lenora, I'm so sorry! I totally forgot" she signs.

I shrug, I'm used to it. Even my teachers forget sometimes. I'm still interested in this song though, it hit top of the charts within hours of being played. "What's it about?" I ask. Before she could answer, the bell rang, or at least I assume so because everyone's going into class. "See you later" I sign.

The rest of the school day goes rather smoothly, except a teacher who talks as slow as a sloth, I can read lips in two languages, and sign in two forms of sign language, I've been doing this for three years. But sometimes it's the people who talk slow because they think it will help who annoy me the most.

When I got home from school my mom was home. That's strange I thought. I walk in and see the radio on, I walk over to the display and see the song Galactic Beat, the same one that everyone is listening to. "Mom, why are you listening to pop music, I thought you hated this stuff." I signed.

"Well I like this song a lot, in fact I went and bought the CD." She said. I roll my eyes and stomp to my room. Why is everyone listening to this song? I even saw a teacher listening to it during lunch break. I go ahead and settle in to my desk, with the intent to sign the syllabi, but end up search for the song lyrics, which to my disappointment I found that the song was strictly instrumental. I walk back into the living room, my mom is still listening to the song. "What's the song about?" I ask.

"I don't know, but this beat is amazing!" She turns away from me and starts dancing. I place my hand on the speaker to feel the vibration, it was just a simple beat. I shrug, if my mom wants to waste her time on this she can go right on ahead, but I'm going to do something useful.

I head back to my room to grab my phone to chat with my friends from my ASL group. As I walked into my room I start to scream, but can't actually tell if I screamed or not. Standing right next to my computer was a super tall, boy, he looks almost un human. I look down to his feet, and realize why, he wasn't human, he had three legs. I just stare at him. I turn around, with the intent of getting mom, and calling the police, but he moved over to block the door. He starts to speak, but I can't understand what he's saying, it's not like I can read lips in whatever language he's talking in. I shake my head point to my ears and grab a piece of paper. I hand it to him. He writes:
Greetings earthling, you are now under my control.