In school my class is reading "The Miracle Worker" and it's been fascinating me lately. It's really interesting to learn about someone who is unable to see, hear, or even talk! So, because I haven't written any one-shots in a while and I've been so interested with this topic, I decided to write a story in which Logan is deaf and mute.

I hope you like this :)

Logan didn't really have many friends…actually, he didn't have any, but not by choice. He was shy and it wasn't his decision either; being unable to hear or talk kinda does that for you. He secretly wished that going to a new school would allow him to meet some people who could accept him for who he was, though he knew that wouldn't happen. He'd not only be the "deaf kid" and the "mute kid" but now he'd also be the "new kid". The brunette bit his lip and tried his hardest to not let those evil tears roll down his face—it only made everything hurt even more. He hated being so lonely…it sucked so much.

Logan hugged onto his messenger bag's strap tightly with fear as he stepped into the big building that was in front of him. Huge groups of teens walked past him; some being filled with jocks, others with cheerleaders. He saw the geeks and the punks, yeah know… every group you'd usually see at a high school. Glancing down at a piece of paper he was able to read the number of his locker. Being without a voice or hearing, his eye sight was phenomenal, and he found his locker almost instantly.

He could tell from the expressions on student's faces around him that they were all laughing about something. Others were surprised. Some looked angry and some looked upset. All he knew was that he'd never be able to truly experience that. He'd never be able to hear a joke and laugh about it. He'd never be able to listen to a shocking conversation and gasp. Heck, he'd probably never even make a friend to have a shocking conversation with. And even if he did, things aren't as interesting when you have to read someone's lips to understand it.


"Guys! Guys! Guys!" Carlos cheered.

"What is it?" Kendall turned around in his seat to face his friend.

"Yeah! Catch your breath and then tell us!" James laughed, now facing Carlos as well.

"There's gonna be a new kid in our homeroom!" Carlos grinned.

"Really?" Kendall added.

"Awesome!" James nodded.

"I bet he's super cool…he's all the way from Clovis(1)!" Carlos beamed, "That's in California! Famous people live in California!"

"Class!" Mr. Leonard spoke up, "No talking! I just need to find where I put my lesson plan and then we can begin class."

James chuckled, "He says this every day."

"More fun for us! It wastes time! I mean no one likes "Health" class." Kendall snickered.

Everyone became silent when the door to the classroom opened. Right beside the principal stood a shorter boy. He had brunette hair that was slicked up right in the front and enormous cocoa brown eyes. He wore an oversized cardigan and khaki pants, topping his outfit off with converse sneakers. He looked around the room, absorbing all the sights and trying to think of what the room might sound like, though he had no idea what a classroom sounds like.

"May I interrupt for a moment?" The principal asked.

"Sure." Mr. Leonard replied.

"Hello boys and girls. I'd like you to all give a warm welcome to Logan Mitchell…he's new to our school and-" he stopped for a moment and laughed, walking over to the chalk board. He picked up some of the chalk and began to write out an introduction for Logan…saying things like "THIS IS LOGAN. HE CAME FROM CLOVIS, CALIFORNIA." Logan was almost glad that he was mute at that moment…because if he wasn't, he would have screamed. Yes, he was deaf and unable to speak, but that didn't mean he was stupid. He was perfectly capable of writing on a board to introduce himself.

"Why are you writing that on the board?" One girl raised her hand and asked.

"Well, I wouldn't want Logan to feel left out of the conversation." The principal answered.

All the kids wore puzzled looks on their faces and that wasn't unnoticed by the principal.

"Oh…Logan's blind." He explained to them; which was a silly mistake because if he was blind he wouldn't be able to read the board to see what it said.

Logan pulled a notepad out from his messenger bag and grabbed a pen. He wrote down, "I'm deaf and mute, not blind." He held it out for the kids, teacher, and principal to read.

"Oh…sorry about that," The principal laughed and then glanced at the time, "I have a meeting in a few, so I have to go…but I expect you to all treat Logan with respect and like you'd treat any normal new kid."

Logan nearly gagged. Any NORMAL new kid? Was he not "normal"? He was different from those who could hear and speak, but he wasn't abnormal, nor should be treated like he was. He didn't choose to become deaf or muted and it bothered him how people acted differently towards him just because of that.

"You can sit next to Kendall." Mr. Leonard said. Logan headed for the boy who was waving to him, though the teacher's eyes grew wide as he ran towards him and began apologizing.

"I'm so sorry! I forgot that you can't hear me…" Mr. Leonard freaked out even more now. The poor kid could understand his "sorry" either…or at least he assumed that.

"I can read lips. I can understand you." Logan wrote on the notepad and showed it to his teacher.

He nodded and apologized again, but Logan dismissed it and sat next to the blonde who was apparently "Kendall".

"Hi! Nice to meet you!" Kendall grinned.

Logan just nodded and smiled since he wasn't really in the mood to converse with the other kid. Being defined as "abnormal" put a damper on his entire morning.


The bell rung, signaling it was time for lunch, but Logan couldn't hear it. Instead he had to actually watch the bell and wait for when he'd see it begin to shake. He grabbed his books and headed out the door along with everyone else. He felt warm tears trickle down his cheeks as he made his way to his locker; why couldn't he had been born like everyone else? Maybe then he'd be loved and accepted by his peers for once. It brought sadness to him when he realized that he didn't know what it felt like to love someone. He loved his family and they loved him, they did everything to make him feel happy with whom he was, though sometime he feared that they did that because they had to. He wanted someone to love him because they wanted to…he longed for someone to just stumble upon him and think "oh, there you are. I've been looking for you forever."(2)

Logan suddenly found himself on the floor as a sharp pain settled into his arm. He looked around, being caught off guard by this. Standing above him where three football players who appeared to be laughing. A blonde boy and his two friends came in and shoved them away; they were saying something too, but too quickly for him to read what they were talking about. He found himself getting lost in his thought, wondering what possibly have been said between the 6 teens.

A hand was put in front of his face and he took it wearily, allowing the boy to help him stand up again.

"Are you okay?" The tallest one questioned.

Logan nodded, not wanting to burden them. In all honesty, his arm hurt really bad and he feared that it was broken, though he couldn't say that…well, even if he wanted to, he couldn't.

"You don't look okay." The Latino noticed.

Logan shook his head trying to assure them that he was fine, but instead he started to cry. They were silent tears…but tears, none the less. The three boys brought him into a warm hug with no discomfort whatsoever. Logan was shocked by that…these people actually cared enough to give him a hug? No one ever gave him hugs…well not counting his parents and brothers.

"Those bullies are just weird; don't let them get to you!" The tall one assured, "I'm James by the way."

"And I'm Carlos!" The short one smiled.

"You already know, I'm Kendall." The blonde one grinned, "Can you really still understand us right now?"

Logan nodded.

"How?"

"I can read your lips." He pulled out the notepad and wrote that down.

"Awesome!" They cheered, "You seriously can do that?!"

Logan blushed.

"It's like you're…you're a superhero!" Carlos pointed out.

Logan beamed and wrote back, "Not really; but thank you."

"Hey wanna hang out with us after school?" James suggested.

Logan instantly felt like he had become these guys' friends which worried him. They knew he was deaf and mute, right? They knew that he couldn't be a real friend to them, right? Why did they even like him…why did they even bother?

"But I can never be a real friend to you guys." Logan wrote down.

Kendall laughed, "Logan, whether you're deaf and mute or not…we still like you just as much as we would like any other new kid around here. You're still going to have a blast with us and were still going to love hanging out with you."

James and Carlos nodded in agreement.

Logan grinned softly and nodded before writing back, "I'd really like to hang out with you guys later. Thank you."

"Welcome to our crowd, Logie!" They all sandwiched him in a big bear hug.

Logie…hmm, he liked that nickname…he liked it a lot, actually.


(1) This is where Chris Colfer is from! I just had to use this place! LOL :)

(2) Umm…who doesn't just love quoting "Klaine"?! Hahaha :)

Well…I hope you guys liked this! I absolutely loved writing it :D

Anyways…it's like 4:30AM and I have school today, so I better get to bed LOL! Reviews are awesome to wake up to, by the way ;)

xoxo

~EMMALEiGH