Mommikins and I made it to school a little early, just so she get her classroom started. I decided to sit outside and wait for Kyra. She's really interesting! I've never met a writer before! I think they are very interesting, and as Kyra said last night "Writers are sort of the misunderstood artists. They are the original artists."
I honestly think that that's a really brilliant logic. I guess they kinda are like the original artists.
Cars start driving up and teenagers, no, artists start arriving on the campus.
I see a car pull up and I see a familiar face inside the car, Kyra.
I sprint to the car and as Kyra exits the car, we embrace.
We wave goodbye to Kyra's mom, who Kyra strikingly resembles, and walk off to an adventure.
"Isn't this just so OMG exciting?" I ask a giggling Kyra.
"You bet it is." Kyra responds.
Then all of a sudden, a boy falls in front of us.
Kyra bends down to help him up.
"Are you alright?" she asks.
"Yeah. Thanks." The guy responds.
"What happened?" I ask.
"Hey!" a voice appears, I then turn to face the one who the voice belongs to, him.
YOU ARE READING
Hear My Voice
Teen FictionKyra Trey is a teenage aspiring writer who became deaf at a young age. Kyra transfers to the Ruth Asawa School of the Arts, where she befriends Anna Jenkins, a ballerina with a bubbly personality and Shane Hart, a rebellious singer-songwriter. Toget...
