NNPH Mini Stories

Morse Code

Zoey's P.O.V.

At the time, I didn't really go to school, at least not for very long. I never learned how to speak. It was really hard considering that I was mute. I did know a little bit of sign language, but not enough to speak to anyone. Also most people didn't know sign language so it was hard even when I was using what little I knew.

This is why I taught myself Morse code. I would use a mix of both Morse code & language depending on what situation I was in.

This is how me and Charlie were able to speak to each other. Funny enough, she was the only kid at the school who would take time to actually talk to me or spend time with me. The only reason Owen was ever around, was because he was friends with Charlie. They had been best friends for a very long time.

Owen wasn't always the nicest, but I think the only reason he was that way was because he was jealous. Anyways there was something that always bothered me.

Owen didn't know sign language or Morse code so he was never able to understand what I said.

One day however the three of us were hanging out at the Arcade. Usually, whenever Owen didn't understand what was being said, he would ask Charlie to tell him. Today I noticed that things were a little different.

We had been talking for several minutes, and I noticed that Owen didn't once ask for Charlie to translate.

"oh shoot," Charlie said." I forgot my stuff in the arcade Room."

"Zoey you stay here, I'll go help Charlie look for her stuff."

And with that, Owen and Charlie got up and walked out of the main party room. However, I noticed something drop to the floor as Owen left. A small piece of paper had fallen out of his pocket.

A bit curious, I unfolded the piece of paper and noticed that there were a bunch of marks on it. It had like a cheat sheet for morse code, along with some small drawings of some of the signs I knew.

I thought it was really strange, especially since some of the signs were ones I had made up with.

A few minutes later the two returned. I put the piece of paper down on the table and Owen grabbed it immediately. I asked Charlie about it.

"Oh, I wrote out the whole paper. Owen wanted to be able to speak to you himself." Charlie said with a smile. I looked over at Owen to see that he looked very upset that she had told me, but at the same time he was blushing brightly.

"Whatever. I just thought it would make it easier not to bug Charlie all the time. Not that it really mattered, because if you could talk then I wouldn't have to be learning this." Owen responded. He got up and walked off angry.

My eyes filled with tears.

I didn't like being ignored because I wasn't understood...

I didn't like being forgotten...

I wish I could talk...

Charlie got up and stormed off, probably to go tell Owen off. I just sat there, laying my face against the table, and covering it with my arms.

Then I began to cry.