Silence is what I hear every day. I cannot here the sweet music of birds singing, or the annoying feuds between parents, I can only here silence. But silence brings many noises into my head.
If you haven't already gotten to my point yet then let me come right out and say it... I'm deaf. But I'm seriously just like everyone else, it's just that I have a hearing diability. I have green eyes, long black hair, pale skin (from my dad's side), and a 5"10" slim body.
People usually come up to me and tell me that I'm beautiful, but once they hear how I speak when I say 'thank you', their smile fades a bit and they walk away head hung as if they are ashamed to be talking to a deaf person like me. It's not like I'm not human, but I guess people don't understand that I am indeed an human being.
I went to a school where they taught deaf people how to read lips, sign with their hands in order for you to communicate, and how to speak so that people that don't speak sign language understand what you want to say.
But my mom is going to take me away from my natural habitat, into a place called La Push, an indian reservation in Washington, where my mom grew up.
Have you noticed that I haven't been really talking about my dad? Well he really isn't in the picture since he left my mom and I without a single dime of money on my fifteenth birthday wich was a year ago. That is the reason my mom and I are moving anyway, to get away from the momories that were the only things he left us with.
But do you know what really sucks. It's that I mostly look like my dad. When I get to La Push people are probaly going to beleve that I don't belong there, but my mom is Quilette so I know that she'll stand up for me.
Two more hours until we arrive at our new home in La Push.
This certainly will be a fun adventure.