The mute and deaf girl had surprised me. I had been looking out my window, minding my own business. And then I heard this huge clang and looked towards the gate. I saw a figure falling, as if in slow-motion, and ran out to see who it was.
The girl had her brown, black, gold and maroon hair in a sleek ponytail. She looked pretty normal to me. Besides from Isla, my best friend, I hadn't seen a human in two years.
Now Rosa (that's the girl's name) and I communicate by a writing pad.
What's that sound?
The gate is opening.
It's Isla.
