Crashed.
A man walked in my dreams, I was wearing my nightgown. I lay in
my bedroom, dreaming. The man softly walked into my bedroom,
wearing a quiet of ring. It was labeled with “THT.” He quickly
touched my hands. I quickly heard a noise appearing in my sound,
“Ding, Dong, and buzzing. The clock was buzzing. I quickly
screamed as I woke up as my little sister called me, “Sophie!” I
said, “Sophia not Sophie.” I looked at her, she was smiling at
me. She said, “Happy birthday to you! Today you will turn
twelve!” “Thanks, Molly.” I said. “A bad bad bad dream again?”
asked Molly. “Yes, Molly I got that dream since I moved here last
year.” I said.
Molly smiled like she is some freaky girl. I looked at her
again, what a nice sister that I just had last year. I was
adopted by my step- mother, Victoria. Because my parents wanted a
boy, not a girl. I think them is a girl racist. But what about my
real mother, she is girl.
“My mama made a special breakfast. It is your favorite,
chocolate chip pancaked.” Said Molly. “Pancake.” I corrected
Molly. As I rolled my eyes. Molly always has trouble correcting
grammar. “Sorry.” Molly said. Molly handed my clothes. I looked
it, it is soft ugly. “My mama wants you to use those clothes for
your super special party.” Molly said. “A party?” I said. Molly
said, “Opps, I accidently tell you the surprise.” Molly ran from
my bedroom and went her bedroom. I rolled my eyes again. “A
party!” I said angrily. I threw the clothes in the garbage can
behind at my bedroom. I hated parties.
I grabbed a skirt from my closet and put it on my legs. And I
spotted a shirt hanged below my closet; I never saw that shirt
before. Must be Danielle’s. I grabbed the shirt and put it on.
Danielle was Molly’s oldest sister; she died from a bus crash
last year when I moved here. Anyway, I hoped she will live in a
peace place upon the sky.
I sat my makeup room; I watched my face in the mirror. I put
some Peach lipstick, and a barrette. I smacked my lips, as I put
my socks on. I always hated socks, because they are too hot for
me due to summer time. My step- mother ordered me to use socks
for all seasons even summer. I begin to use my expensive
sneakers. It was colored of water, a type kind of beautiful light
blue. Laced with beautiful ribbons, colored of sea, and a type
kind of dark blue.
I went in my bathroom, it was kind small, but anyway I was happy
to have an own bathroom. I brushed my teeth, as I put a deorant
into my armpits. My skin smelled of the strawberries and the red
roses. I cleaned my ear with a special wax machine. I went
downstairs, when I smelled of chocolate. I read the picture in my
head that I feel like I wanted to ride a giant chocolate chip
pancake flying to Vegas and I said, hooray in the breezing air.
Ha! It won’t even happen anyway. I sighed. I sat in my special
chair. I looked two chocolate pancakes sitting below the plate.
“What’s wrong?” My step- mother said. “This is a two boring
pancakes. I feel that I should add more creating.” I said. “Well,
go ahead. It is your birthday, so adds some strawberries or
whipped cream to help to make your pancakes so special.” My step-
mother said. “Ok, I will add some strawberries and some whipped
cream.” I said. Then I grabbed the bowl of full juicy
strawberries. I grabbed two strawberries. I put one in my pancake
and other pancake. Then I grabbed bowl of whipped cream behind
me. I pour some in my pancake. And I stir it. Then I ate it.
Molly was quiet. She ate her cereal. And left. I looked her
leaving. I looked the house, we were rich. Then I heard a noise,
it was my mother drinking coffee. I looked her, she was slurping
over again and over again. “So, what are you doing for the work?”
I said very patiently, hoping that she will respond. “Ah, I am
off work today, because of your birthday.” My mother said. I
smiled. “So you are planning a party for me?” I asked. My
mother’s eyes were widened.
“How did you know?” My mother asked very curious. “Um, please
don’t blame to Molly, she accidently told me.” I said. “Molly.”
My mother growled. “Well, do you want to do the party or not.”
My mother asked, drinking her coffee. “I want do it.” I said.
“Very well.” Said my mother. She looked my door, and said. “Bus.”
I looked the window. I sighed. I grabbed my backpack and see my
little sister walking the bus. I ran to chase her. “Don’t go
alone, you are young.” I said. We entered the bus.
I saw my best friend, Brooke saving a seat for me. I grabbed the
seat. I sat the seat. I was smiling. All suddenly, I saw my bus
driver yelled and say “Truck!” We... as I banged my head,
everything went black. I woke up, saw the doctors watching me. I
was covered with special breathing machines. I saw my little sis,
Molly and my step- mother, Victoria sitting.
I looked the nurses and the interns were looking at me, as when I
was in a coma in few minutes. I couldn’t move. Until my doctor
gave me a short shot. That shot is supposed to make me sleep.
Deaf.
And finally.. I was waked up a cry. I quickly heard the cry. It
was my mother, crying. I quickly listened the convention behind
the smooth, glassy window. I carefully listened though my
mother’s convention with my doctor, Dr. Sanders. It sounded like
this,
“Your daughter is possibly of 50% of death and other 50% of
deaf.” Said Mr. Sanders.
“No! How we can improve her weakness? How can I tell her that she
is some of mute, “deaf.” said my mother.
I gasped.
“Well.. You have to tell her. I will let you to be alone with
her, and also tell her about Brooke friend thingy.” Mr. Sanders
said very slowly. He left the room to be with other patient-
“Brooke.”
I pretended to sleep. My mother begins to shaking my shoulders. I
slowly opened my eyes, I pretended to be confused.
My mother said, “Buttercup, are u alight?.”
I couldn’t hear anything. I only could hear of a noise of person
mumbling. “I am okay.” I said hoarsely covered with many blankets
to keep me warm from the breeze in here, New York, Buffalo.
“I have something to tell you.” My mother said.
“Brooke is dead.” I said as I got pint of tears coming from my
eyes.
“No! Clean these tears with your apron. Brooke is not dead. She
is alive so very well. She is very lucky. I was going to tell
that..” My mother said.
I cleaned my tears as I sniffled bit. I looked at my mother
again.
“Brooke had a bang head injury.” My mother said.
“What it supposed to mean? Is she in a coma? Or what?” I said
hoarsely.
Victoria sighed.
“Brooke is going to rest now, and whatever. You will be freed in
here next month.” My mother said. I whimpered. I was very mad.
Because of everything had happened, the god made me to miss my
12th birthday. I whimpered again. It won’t to destroy my
birthday. I knew it. It will not going to destroy it! I can do
it. But it didn’t work. Deaf is… “Hey, Mother. What is a deaf?” I
said in a hoarsely. “A deaf person is a person who can’t hear and
learn sign language. I opened my mouth, leaving few drools. I
passed out.
My mother was panicking, and running into my shoulders. I was in
a panicked moment I could remember, I already became deaf. I
didn’t realize that the injury had caused my ear to lose some
hearing. Before I passed out, I had an influence ear that is
trying to stay here, but it was “lost” into my ear. I had become
deaf.
Dr. Sanders had come inside my room and signed in sign language.
He knew to sign, because his most patients were deaf. I quickly
looked at his hands. It seem very strange to me. Singing. I
couldn’t understand anything. Not even speaking, hearing or
signing. I need to go a deaf school to learn sign language. I
need to go there. I stand up, straight, and I begin to sit the
chair behind the room.
“Dr. Sanders, is Sophia is stronger enough to go home, knowing it
was been five weeks.” My mother said. I was speechless. I asked
my mom, as I grabbed a notebook and begin to write. “What did my
doctor say?” I wrote. “He said, you will take a short test, and
then we are settled to go home!” My mother wrote.
“Well, I need to take a quick test, and then she is stronger
enough to go home.” Dr. Sanders. My doctor led me a different
room, it was an x-ray room. He ordered me to stand near the wall
that had a small closet stored of medience. He ordered me,
between his writing and “point” using his tiny fingernails, that
I suffered a horrible smell of my doctor’s breath. I coughed as I
was staring at the wall for a hour. It was very, very, very
boring. Finally, the flashing sound had begun, I looked the
alarm. It had a white, flashing alarm that informs that we are
finished doing a test. My doctor tooked his hands into my hands
and led me back to my room. Then he ordered me to fetch him a box
filled of my belongings. I was violently given, too hard. One
woman gave me a box of my belongings. I grumped. I sat in the
waiting room as my mother went in the bathroom. I looked a
4thyears old, deaf, playing her ball. I smiled. I didn’t realize
that my nurse had called me over a hundred times. Then my nurse
walked down the stairs and then down to the hallway and grabbed
my hand and led me in a different room. I looked her ring; it was
almost like in my dreams. I begin to touch her ring.
“Hey! HEY! Don’t touch my expensive ring!!!” The
grumpy nurse said.
I couldn’t understand anything. I only heard a pint of a very
loud lecture. My nurse tooked me in a different room, because the
room was assigned by a deaf person. She found the room across the
Dr. Sander’s room. Then she ordered me, in the writing. To stay
here and doodle. Finally, an hour had ended. My doctor came in
with an intern. And a large notebook. He begins to open his
notebook; and begin to writing. “Your test had come right fine
and you are strong enough to go home.” He wrote. I smiled as I
shake his clean hands. My mother was waiting with my sis, Molly.
I walked to them, grabbing my red velvet covered with words that
say “Aeropostale” in violent purple color, colored as a headband.
I looked my hands and my veins. They looked so very purplish. I
sighed. I went out the crazy building, and my mother led me in
our large limo. I sat near Molly at the back seat, and my mother
at the front seat, drinking her iced blend coffee. I watched a
show called “Victorious” in a subtitled language. There was a
silence moment.
Shopping.
My mother wrote in my sparkly notebook, “Tomorrow morning, you
are sentenced in a private school called the Rochester School for
the Deaf. You will enter middle school, as a sixth grader. I did
agreement you into the dorm to get know around the mute- I mean,
the deaf kids.” “I’m going the dorm?” I wrote her. “Well, between
your dad traveling and having an affair with an 18 year old girl.
I think your dad is not able to take care of you during he begin
to seeing Nicole.” My mother wrote. “What up with a 30 years old
man having an affair with an 18 year old girl?” I wrote. “I
don’t know.” My mother wrote. My limo driver began to giggle. I
looked his mouth, the drooling was very disgusting. My mother
yelled; shut up! I couldn’t hear anything expect a voice. But I
didn’t expect a voice that is different that’s complicated.
“Now, we need to go shopping for your school supplies. Your
backpack was destroyed in the crash, so we will buy you a new
backpack.” My mother wrote.
“Ok- Okie” I wrote.
We arrived at Target. The red round blends with
sparkly, bright red paint covered with special tissue. I looked
it; the man was cleaning the big “T” sign. I walked in the
corner; saw bright blue and dark blue backpack. I looked the
price, $30.00.
“Hey mom, can I have the backpack?” I wrote in my notebook.
“Umm, sure.” She wrote.
‘Great!”
I looked the section of the notebooks; I looked the shelves of
school supplies. I picked it out according the list:
6th grade’s school supplies
4 notebooks
5 binders (one for English, one for math, etc.)
2 packets of pens and pencils
A backpack
You will be provided with a lock, so you don’t need to buy a one.
2 journals
A ruler
One case (stuffed with pencils, etc.)
One USB (for technical, and etc.)
5 glue sticks
2 erasers
I said, piece of cake, it’s easy to collect the supplies. Being
6th grade probulary could’ve not been bad at all. Molly and my
mom went to the food section. I collected the items that were in
the list. I ran to the food section, and saw Molly taking 6 pound
of milk. I hurried and helped her to carry the milk.
In the morning, I woke up, standing stood in my bedroom. And
looking the wall, it’s was completely blank. I keep staring it
until my alarm clock begins to ringing. Ding! Beep! Beep! Beep!
I looked the time, it was almost 7 a.m. I get up and get dressed.
I headed downstairs, when I was going to the door that led to the
outside to get my sneakers. I carried those sneakers.
In the kitchen, I smelled delicious pancakes, standing in the
dish. The smell was so very delicious, when I could take a bite
in the pancake, the delicious, and creamy inside the pancake will
pop and taste. The taste is softy, creamy, smooth. If pancakes
had been invented yet, I swears that if I did happen, I will
invented pancakes and call them “cakes” but it too late because
the name “cake” was reversed in what year? I don’t know.
Ugh, I must be boring you with all details. I sat in the kitchen
table, waiting for my baby. Finally, my pancakes had reached the
table. Ohh, I forgot the game, because Molly and I are in a
middle of the game called, “Grab the pancakes before your little
or big sister!”
When Molly gave me a wink, that is the signal that letting you
know that the game already started. I tried to pull my arm in the
dish, but it was too late. Mom tooked the last one for her
breakfast.
“Hey!” I said.
“What? I’m hungry?” Mom said, in a confused face.
“Good point, oh well I will make a cereal.” I said, looking all
sad. Mondays was Pancake Day for our tradition. I get out from
my chair that was glued in the floor, heading the cabinet. The
bowls was organized in every size, color. I made myself a cereal,
I choose Trix, my favorite cereal.
Molly said, “Did you know that sea turtles are endangered
species?”
“What??” I said, slurping my milky cereal.
“I can’t believe that, so very sad for endangered animals. I’m
wondering if either you will be a volventer for this?”
Molly and I said, “No thanks.”
“Why?” Mom said.
“I just don’t want to.” I said.
“Here, I have a surprise for you!” Mom said, all excited.
Mom headed out the room, then came back, carrying something. It
was a blue box. I looked the box closely. I was suspicious.
“What is that?” I said, all suspicious.
“A box filled metal sticks?” Molly guessed. I groaned.
“That’s not the point!” I blurted.
Molly quieted, then later said, “That’s not nice thing to say!”
+ “Okay.. We only have a hour left for your school,” As she told
my name.
“Do you girls want to know what the surprise is for Sophia, only
Sophia?
“No fair, you always focus her!” Molly squealed, acting like a
big baby.
“Because she is disabled.” Mom tried to explain.
“Anyway, the present is a purple and black mixed... hearing
aids!” Mom squealed, jumping the floor. Plates broke in pieces.
“A hearing aids?” I said it in a confused look.
“Yes! A hearing aids!!” Mom squealed, as Molly looked at her like
Mom was a jackass.
“Put them in, please.” Mom said to me.
I stick my ears with that thingy, that looked like a soft, clay.
Molly stared it, like she had
Not seen a one before.
“Mom, just already get your purse, let’s go to school.” I said,
in an annoyed face.
“Okay!” Mom said.
We leave about 7:30 a.m. in the morning, the sky was raining.
Rain drizzles touched my forehead. I looked, as I put some
lipstick in my lip. Molly, Mom and I got in a SUV. The motor has
run out, out nowhere. We drive in my school first, because school
starts at 8:00 a.m.
When I first arrived school, I was bumped by a cute guy.
“Hey, calm down!” He signed in sign language.
“What did you say?” I spoke.
“My name is Matt Sean Dithers.” Matt said.
“But people called me Sean because I look like the deaf actor,
Sean Beardy.” Matt said.
“What? I don’t understand your hands.” I said.
Matt chuckles, and scolds his head and said; you’re funny, blonde
one.
It wasn’t a joke, I thought. I ignored that guy because I
couldn’t understand any words that he was saying. I entered the
school, the school was labeled; Rochester School for the Deaf. I
carried the bags that were really heavy, until one teacher walked
and helped me.
“Are you Sophia? If you are, I’m Mrs. Lemonhead!” she said in a
happy smile.
“Lemonhead?” I said, as I wondering that is real last name?
“Yes, Mrs. Lemonhead.” Said Mrs. Lemonhead.
“Wait, how did you know my name?” I said, wondering.
“I’m your consoler for your dorm!” Mrs. LemonHead.
“Ahh, I think that your last name doesn’t suits you right, mind I
call your first name?”
“Sure. The name is Maddie.” Maddie.
“Ahh, Maddie. Okay, Um,” I said as I was looking my class
schedule.
“Can you lead me to second floor, and number of class is 216?” I
said as I was peeking my class schedule.
“Sure! Anything for my favorite student!!” Maddie said.
I winked at her. Now she was friendly. And finally that I had a
friend who speaks and signs.
Maddie and I go to second floor and walked a left. There was it.
216. I looked all students, they’ve laughing and throwing papers.
A paper was targeting me, so I grabbed the paper into my hands,
so really awesome. Everyone was paying attention in me, not the
teacher.
“Whoa, you catch very good.” A blonde boy with braces said.
“Um, thanks.” I said, nervously.
“This is your newest student that will be joining us, her name is
Sophia. Please make her feel welcome!” Maddie said.
“Hi, I said as waving my hands.”
“Sup?” One girl said.
“Um, are you deaf?” I asked.
“Nope, I’m deaf and hearing both. What that name called?”
Teacher glares at the girl.
“You should know that pharse. You’re in sixth grade.” The teacher
said as he was writing the black board.
“Okay, so I will leave and let you get around.” Maddie said as
Maddie closed the door, leaving me alone.
“Oh well, Hello! My name is Mr. Steven. I will be your science
teacher. Please take a seat next Sean.” Mr. Steven said.
I glares at Sean. Sean was smiling.
“Hi.” I spoke, actually sitting with him.
“Okay, we’re learning about chicks. We will get eggs soon, so you
will divide up a partner and work together and measure the mass,
etc.” Mr. Steven spoke and signed in sign language.
Sean glares me again. I smiled again.
A girl raise her hand and said, will we get to inductore
ourselves to Sophia?
“Ohh, I forgot that. That girl was raising her hand is Shirley
Smith. I see that you met Sean.” Mr. Steven said.
“And these are others- I don’t want to bore you with all
details.”
“So we will skip Mr. Steven.” Narrator said.
“Okay, now I was thinking about picking partners now. Ok, now I’m
assigning is Sophia and.. Sean,” Everybody stared at them. “You
and Sophie?” A boy said and bursting in laughing and can’t stop
with do that ‘rofl’. “Sophia.” I said.
“Okay, that is enough! I assigned Sophia and Sean because I think
Sean could be a good influence at Sophia.” Mr. Steven said
angrily.
“But still!!” Boy said.
“Lunch Detention!” Mr. Steven bursted in madness.
I looked at him, he was quiet. He was focusing his work: Journal.
Sean finally spoke, “We will receive our chicken eggs tomorrow.
So we will study our egg, place them in a special place, that
your dad will pay, whatever.”
“Actually my father had an affair with other women. So I guess
my mother could buy the eggs.” I said.
“Um, Ms. Madison and Mr. Dithers, since you’re talking; why not
you share with everyone what you just said?” Mr. Steven.
“No, sir.” I said.
“Good.”
“Marlena, you’re with Bob. Shirley, you’re with Maddi.” Mr.
Steven said, as speeching and signing the same time.
“Now, take out of your journal and write one paragraph and write
about a person you admire. It could be family member or a friend.
” Mr. Steven said, smiling at me, and said, “You’re next to
speech your paragraph.”
Sean glares at me. I smiled back; I think Sean was going to write
about me. Sean has a crush on me. He always smiled at me.
I opened my journal and wrote:
April 24, 2o12
What the person I admire most is:
Molly: She’s sweet. She’s my sister. She loves to enter my
bedroom and look for my magnetizes, and likes to sleep with me
middle of night when she’s afraid or got a scary dream. She’s
eight. She starts fourth grade. She’s so smart that why she
skipped two grades. She was supposed to be in 2nd grade but moved
to fourth grade. Wow. She’s in pre-ablerga classes. She learned
how to bake a cake in kindergarten. She’s my adoptive sister. I
love her more than my adoptive family. Well, I don’t want to be
cruel but I do love her MOST not the entire.
THE END.
I’ll put part two soon.
