Silent Love: A Love Live Sunshine Fanfiction

A New School

"Italicized" = Signed

"Regular" = Spoken

Italicized = Yō typing

Bold = Someone else typing

----- = A spoken word Yō can't understand (or at least not lip read)

Any descriptions of signs are based on ASL as I know a little of it seeing as I'm half-deaf.

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Yō's POV:

I woke to my bed vibrating. I sighed and sat up, turning off the alarm. I glanced at the calendar hanging on my wall. I didn't want to believe it, but I knew what I was seeing was true.

Today was the first day of high school. The first day of three long years of torture and being an outcast, and dare I say ostracized perhaps.

I wasn't ready in the smallest amount. I would never be ready. This would be my first time being mainstreamed. I hadn't been in a public school before. I was really scared. Scratch that: I was terrified.

I had read stories online about how people like me have been treated by students. But I hoped that wasn't the case. I was told by the school that that behavior wouldn't be tolerated.

I don't really believe them, though. It'd be easier to get me in trouble and expel me than to do that to a normal student. Why help the one that'll always be targeted instead of just get rid of them? That's the logic most of the stories I read had.

I saw my door open in the corner of my eye and turned to look. My mom stood in the frame and waved at me.

"Go get ready, I'll make you some breakfast," Mom told me.

I nodded and got off my bed. Mom left me to go to the kitchen I guess. I grabbed my school uniform and stared at it. I still can't believe it's real.

I slowly and unwillingly undressed and changed. After I was done, I stared at myself in my mirror, nitpicking every flaw I saw. I didn't have the highest self-esteem either, which made this all worse. If anyone went after my image, I don't know how I'd react. After I worried a bit more, I went to the kitchen. My mom was just finishing up making breakfast.

We sat down and ate in silence. Well, I was always in silence. I'm profoundly deaf after all.

It felt weird eating with just us two, but dad was off sailing again. He was hardly ever home. I miss him a lot. The worst part is that he said this trick* will be a long one.

Before I knew it I had to get going. I waved goodbye to my mom and grabbed my shoes. I put them on and grabbed my bag. My mom tapped my shoulder. I looked at her. That was the signal that told me to pay attention as she needed to say something to me.

"Good luck," She told me.

I pouted at her and then I left the house. I hated this already and I wasn't even out of my driveway yet. I wish I could've stayed in a deaf-only school. But we didn't have enough money for it because of how bad the weather has been on all boating jobs. So now I'm in a regular high school for probably the rest of my years in high school. And I'm the only deaf one as well. That makes everything worse. No one in this school will understand me and my struggles now.

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I got to school on time, as I had always done in my previous school, and quickly went to my classroom. I had studied my schedule many times before school had started first the year, hoping to know it by heart for my first day so I could quickly leave the classrooms without hesitation. I took a seat at the back in the corner. I wouldn't be able to hear the teacher anyway so it didn't matter where I sat, especially since she was letting us choose our own seats.