Dear diary,
Why is it so nerve racking to do a symbol task. As I sat my sweaty palms only getting worse, and the butterflies, aching to fly out. I've never had a crush on someone, but maybe this is what it's like. I took a deep breath, hoping that this new found information would help me go further in attempting to conversate, but it only brought more anxiety. We just sat, for what felt like forever, then he forced a notepad, and pen out of his beige shorts, I saw then, he was as antsy as me. He scribbled words that will later change my life. "Hey, can you teach me some sign language?" He looked up to only as I can imagine, the most embarrassing face I've ever made. My eyes wide open, and my breathing starting to pick up, I quickly nodded. Unreluctantly, we started. Just like that, he managed to change my whole life.
Sincerely, Iris
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General FictionA 15 year olds girls diary entry's, as she fights through deafness, and the loss of her mother.
