I Can't Hear You

Whatever Would I Want...?

Juno's POV...

Let me start by introducing myself.

My name is Beverley Juno Fowler. I am nineteen years old. I was born and bred in New York. I am the daughter of the man who owns the best(richest) bank in the entire world. You can tell that my father must be very rich and so I should be spoiled. But who am I to be when I am not even complete to enjoy that wealth? To be short, I am not spoiled.

I have dark brown eyes and pin - straight long jet black hair. I am what someone would call 'of average height' with full lips.
I have always dreamed to be a designer. Be it clothes, shoes, hair, accessories...whatever. Seems very easy since I have a father who controls the flow of money, right? But my other, actually, first dream has always been to be a complete person, again. It doesn't seem too easy to accomplish to me.

I've finished high school with the way I am. Of course, I had to attend a special school for the impaired or as you would have it, disabled. It had places for every kind of disabled people. And of course, being that wide, it was very expensive.

In my family, we had just four members.
Me, of course. My father, mother and sister. My father's name is Kobe Fowler. My mother's, McKenna Fowler. And my little sister's, Chantal Fowler. In my own words, we aren't a happy family. My father works all the time, my mother looks after her image as a rich man's wife. It's only my sister and I that are really close and that bond could never break. But we also wish that our parents would pay attention to us.

The reason Chantal was so close was because I have an impairment, I sometimes thought. Sometimes, I feel it's out of pity but she always makes me believe that it's for real. I love my sister to death. She is practically my only family. She is just eighteen, soon to finish high school. She said that when she was done she would not go to college but stay with me to help me. She knows that if she leaves for college, I would be on my own. I told her that she could leave but she never batted a lash to refuse me. She even said she wanted to help pursue my dreams and even so that she could be a part of it too. Of course, my mother was against it. But my sister doesn't care what she says. She practically hates our mother. Our mother doesn't really care for us. She just cares about her image, even if it means changing our lives. She wasn't like this before we became rich. She was always paying attention to us before. Now that we were rich she just shut us out and lived the way she wanted to.

Our father is better. Although, he doesn't stay with us, he is still caring and loves us. The free time he gets, which is almost never, he uses it fully with us. He is much better than my mom and is still head over heels in love with her.

I am not totally alone. I have only one friend. His name is Wayne. I met him in my high school. He was unable to speak. He wasn't born dumb. He had never told me of how he had lost his voice. He had always been by my side even with our disabilities. To make communication easier between us, at least we knew how to write, we would take a small board everywhere we went, that type of board that had its marker and eraser. We became best friends throughout.
After school, his parents had found a way to help his inability to speak. He had surgery and was good to go. I haven't seen him since then.

I had an accident when I was just twelve making me deaf in both ears. Actually, not fully in my left ear but fully in my right ear. If I were to hear words from my left ear, it would be muffled sounds I'd hear. Like, the person talking put a sock in their mouth while they spoke. I couldn't hear them fully but by looking at their lips or by reading their lips, I could easily make out what they were saying. My right ear is a loser.

Today, Chantal was at school and I was in my room sitting in my window seat looking outside. Thinking about the things I could do if I could hear perfectly. Then, mom came in and told me something.