Dear Diary,
Time has passed, me and Skyler meet up every week. This one seemed no different, but what I wouldn't know, is how different it would be. I've taught him enough asl, to have a basic conversation. So we did, and as time went on, I felt more okay, then I have since my life came crumbling, to pieces. The cycle of never ending, started to look like a tunnel with the light at the end, my word was changing, and for the first time in a long time, for the better. Earlier Andy asked me to meet up with her to get coffee.This wasn't irregular, as she's been my best friend forever. It was fun, and her red hair, contrasting beautifully with her green eyes as always. I always knew she was pretty, prettier than me, I'm short and stubby, I like sweaters, and skirts, nothing special. She wore a green flannel, worn in jeans, old black converse, and a back t-shirt with a band logo on it. Not different from what she normally wears. We sat down, my eyes meeting hers, everything was perfect.
To perfect.
Sincerely, iris.
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Living is different then surviving.
General FictionA 15 year olds girls diary entry's, as she fights through deafness, and the loss of her mother.
