The Equation For Disaster

Chapter Six

"Alright let's try some easy words" My speech therapist Stacy smiled at me

"Shokay" I nodded trying my hardest not to give up, this was hard trying to pronounce things the way I know they're suppose to be, but I just can't get my brain to say things the right way

"Book"

"Booook"

"Close" She offered a smile and I looked down in defeat "Hey, cheer up Iz, before you know it you'll be able to sing and dance and yell at your brothers again"

"Hey!" Peter frowned in the corner

"I'm kidding" Stacy joked clearly picking on Peter "Alright, School"

"Shpool" I let out a sigh of defeat

"Hey Iz" Taylor smiled walking in carrying a small ice cream sundae and I smiled "This is mine" He stuck his tongue out making me glare at him. "But I suppose you can have it" He teased leaning over handing me the ice cream then kissing my forehead

"Thanks" I smiled happily eating my ice cream and Taylor perked up along with Stacy and Peter "Hm?"

"You said it right!" Taylor exclaimed "God you goof, so focused on the ice cream"

I just shrugged and ate my ice cream.

"Cat"

"Pat"

"Dog"

"Dog

"Good!" Stacy smiled "Phone"

"Pone" I frowned taking another bite of ice cream

"Hey, just keep trying. Soon enough. You won't even remember trying to pronounce words" Stacy assured me "Alright let's call it a day. I'll be back tomorrow"

"Bye" I waved as she got up and left the room I looked to Taylor and he gave me a blank stare

"Iz I don't wanna bore you with it" Taylor sighed

"Ish not Booring" I grumbled finishing the ice cream "im fooked urp bucuz shat fooker hat me" I got even more mad that I couldn't angrily say that 'I'm fucked up because that fucker hit me' I was so pissed that he did this to me and now my parents are trying to sue him and he's got all his rich lawyers and everything. 

"Ugh fine" Taylor sat down beside me "We need you to testify in a trial before we can move on. To prove that you have a speech impairment now and glasses and all that stuff. You don't have to if you don't want to-"

"Shets do it" I nodded eagerly "Shiz fooker nerds to pauy"

"Yeah he does" Taylor nodded hugging me again tightly

"Swhere's moom aund dad?" I asked

"At home sleeping. They've been here for days. You've been out cold for a few. Peter and I offered to stay so they could stay home and rest. I've already called them and told them you're awake and functional. How are the glasses?" Taylor chuckled

"Shweird. I dunt lik dem" I frowned adjusting them on my face

"At least if you ever have a zit on your nose you can just cover it with glasses" Peter snickered and I threw my pillow at him. I stuck my tongue out as Kelly, my Dr. walked into the room

"Ah Izzy, how are we today?" She smiled ever so kindly

"Gud" I smiled "Swen cun I gow hoom?" I asked eagerly

"I was actually just coming in here to tell you, I will discharge you tomorrow. Stacy will come by once a day to your house and do some speech therapy. Um You won't be able to go to school for a few more weeks until we're sure they'res no more damage or anything" Kelly smiled