Mohara woke up in her room with the sun shining in threw her windows making her smile. She quickly puts on clothes of her choice. After putting on her clothes she went down to make breakfast since her Dad didn't.
It has been 5 years since mom has died. Not to mention that me and my step- dad don't get along cause he doesn't bother with learning sign language. Mohara left her house while locking the door and traveled to her new school, Kirishima Academy. Everyone always wonders why my eyes are red. It's a disability called Albinishm where a condition caused by insufficient production of melanin, the pigment that gives color to your hair, skin, eyes, etc. The red color comes from the blood vessels behind my iris showing through. She smiled brightly at the school and went in. The hallways where clear making it easy for Mohara to move around. She checked her schedule and went to her first class, English. She knocked on the door but the door opened 25 seconds after. When in the room, the teacher stops teaching, to say a few words. "Class we have a new student. Do you mind telling us your name?". Mohara sat down as others laughed. A girl next to her tapped her shoulder while laughing "Hey, she called on you". Mohara looked confused as finally the teacher tapped her shoulder. "Please give your name" The teacher asked as Mohara stands and did just that, but in sign language. The teacher realized and translated to the class what she was trying to say. The bell rings after and Mohara left last. She watched the hallway become cluttered with students as if their was a traffic jam. While trying to find her way to her next class she bumped into a girl with blondish-pink hair making her phone fall.
"Watch where the you're going idiot". Mohara just smiled not knowing what she said and picked up her phone that she had dropped when they ran into each other. She snatches her phone "And don't EVER put your hands on my stuff. You wouldn't have too if you where watching where you were going". She pushed her down on the floor making her backpack fall off her and her supplies fall out. Mohara picks up her bag as the rude Female already left. Mohara picked up the materials that people stepped on and put it in her bag.
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Mohara's Deaf life.
Non-FictionThis story will take you on a journey of a deaf person and the challenges they have to face. Everyone needs to know that yes it may be challenging with a disability but anyone can live a normal healthy life.