Communication Problem
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"Well, go on freak! Say something!" She barked at me furiously.
"Just leave me alone!" I signed at her.
She imitated my actions and laughed at me and so did her stupid little gang!
"What the fuck are you doing to her?!" A angry voice spoke from the other side of the hallway.
That voice sounds familiar.
Wait, is that my sister?
Every ones head turned towards her and they all ran in different directions. I sighed and picked up my books from the floor which were dropped when i bumped into Pig Nose.
"Hey, you okay? Did they hurt you? Did they abuse you or anything?!" My sister came rushing towards me, aiming for a hug.
I pulled away.
"I'm fine, promise me you're not going to leave me like that ever again!" I signed it back to her then returned her hug.
"I promise, i'm sorry Paris, i got distracted." She whispered softly into my ear.
I'm Paris Jackson, daughter of Michael Jackson.
No, not really, Yes my name is Paris Jackson but i'm the daughter of Mark Jackson, which is close to Michael.
I'm Mute and i don't do it just because i don't have friends or because i'm a nerd.
I do have friends, family, but sometimes i'm nervous around new people, they think i'm weird and a freak. But it's not my fault!
But hey, i'm not deaf! I can hear them but they cant understand my sign language, except my family and my sister.
April Jackson, she's a cheerleader, not those who go for the jocks or sleep around and wear slutty clothes.My sister has respect and so do i.She protects me from anyone who bullies me.She stands up for me and she's always there for me.April is like a sister, best friend and sometimes my mum.
So who is this guy that has cast his magic spell over my sister. If she's going to fall in love? What about me?
But, i heard that lover boy has a brother?
Is it true?
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