Melancholy

Deaf kid wont make it out alive

A week went by since I last saw Adam. It would be the week that our school would start and summer will become a distant memory.

I stood there with my group of friends, talking about what we did over the summer and how much we don't want to be there.

Till I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned to see Adam hold his notebook and holding it up to me.

'Where do I go to get to the science room?'

Without thinking I grabbed his pen and asked for his time table. My friends were standing there, whispering awful things to me, about him.

'Ok, we have the first 6 classes together, we could walk to them, and about the last three, I'll figure something out ok.'

He read my chicken scratch note and nodded as I started to smile.

I picked up my bag that was on the floor and started to walk to his locker with him.

My toxic friends yelled my name but I didn't care.

Toxic

A group of people, who can not a will no be nice

As I walked down the hall to Adams locker, people kept trying to taunt him for his paper plate mask. He couldn't hear any of it and I was glad that he couldn't.

You would think for a kid who's deaf they would have a special teacher but our school is too cheap to get another teacher to pay.

Or maybe it's that his parents couldn't pay for the help. This area isn't full of rich kid snobs who can afford all the newest and most expensive things.

We have the short end of the stick,rotting towns and barley any shops but we don't mind. We can't drive, we can't drink, can't smoke, but we don't mind.

These kids are gonna tear Adam to shreds when they find out he's deaf.