Hey, hope you all like this story! i know, will be continuing my others. i just felt like i had to write this one. Let me know what you guys think. BTW, i still need help with chpt 17 of 'beautiful monster' so let me know if you have any ideas (PM me) and in the me time, please enjoy. and also, i am in high school and this is crunch time in senior year, so i will try to update consistently.
Your Deaf; I'm Mute
The loud ringing of the alarm clock rang through the big empty space, known as my room. I hate my life; I am not kidding. I hate my life-so fricking much. Pardon me for being rude and not introducing myself, My name is Troy Bolton. Yeah, yeah, I know; supposedly popular and supposedly the golden boy of East High School. If one only knew…
You see, I say 'supposedly' because every that knows me, knows that I am different, and they pity me for it. I don't like their pity, and I don't want the sympathy of the many girls that just throw themselves at me. Ugh! I just want to scream and punch them in the gut! Of course, I don't do that, I was raised as a gentleman and a gentleman I am.
I bet you're wondering why I am….bitter? Yeah, I guess that's the word to use. Well, I don't like pity, and I don't like and/or want anybody's charity or sympathy. Well, what's wrong with me is that my parents are the most stickiest people I know and wont lie when I say I wish they would get a life and leave me alone, I mean I know that I am mute and all; but, I want to have my own life I mean come on.
Yes, I am mute. I wasn't always though.
It was in the summer when I was fourteen (I am 17 now), and me and friend Chad with his brother Zeke -their twins- were kind of goofing off and playing pranks. Well, one of the pranks went wrong and…well, let's just say that the burning feel of antifreeze going down my throat soon was dulled when I suddenly woke up in the hospital and found that I couldn't speak, no matter how hard I tried. I wanted to scream, but-well, actually, that I can do. I can scream, whistle, and make the popping sound when I bulge my cheeks-but that's besides the point. The point is that I can't talk. And I have to live with it every stinking day!
"Troy!" my mom screamed from the kitchen, her voice was echoed and drawn out; she was in the kitchen. "You're going to be late sweety!" yay, cue the sarcasm, school. Don't get me wrong, I am more than grateful that I actually get to go public school-if my parents had their way I would be home schooled, and I wouldn't have friends except for who my parents choose. Don't ask. I got up and pounded on my bedroom door to let them know that I was awake and up, not that I had a choice really.
The loud voices of East High were deafening-one of the things I envied was to be able to actually talk to my friends-well, if they still went to this school. You see, I have quite the temper and …well, might've scared off my friends-hey, they were one of the first people to pity me. I didn't want that. Better off by myself, I guess.
Getting through the crowded hall, I stepped through the doorframe to my homeroom. I went to go sit down and something brown caught my eye. I stopped to look and my eyes widened, she was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. Chocolate brown hair-almost black actually, but I can tell it's brown, creamy skin and her nails were painted a cobalt blue, they match her outfit; not that I know that it's intentional of her. She was wearing light-wash skinny jeans with a white camisole and by the looks of it, a blue tank top. But, I only saw her in profile. I shook my head to get out of my dazzled state and took my seat.
"Okay, class, settle down!" said my teacher, the most dramatic one I've had. Ladies and gentleman, Mrs. Darbus. "We have a new student today-Mr. Danforth, please settle down or you have detention, the drama department has sets that need painting." the class went quiet, oh and Chad still goes here, it's just that he's not really my friend anymore. "Miss Montez would you please come up and say two things about yourself…"
The girl that I noticed; 'Miss Montez' as Darbus had called her, stood up and walked to the front. Her eyes were kept to the ground. Was she nervous? Understandable, she's new, why wouldn't she be? "Go on, Miss Montez." Darbus said, sitting at her.. 'throne', speculating her from head to toe with vulture eyes.
'Miss Montez' took a deep breath and looked up and stared at the class, her eyes resting on me. Her eyes were the most beautiful shade of topaz. A grey topaz-almost a silver coloring. She opened her mouth to speak and at the same time her hands moved up so that she was holding them in front of her. And she began…signing; the same time she began speaking, her voice was distorted, but audible. Granted that most everyone-but me- didn't know what she was saying. But, they way she moved her fingers was as clear as if she was actually speaking.
Her name was Gabriella, she was 17 and she had moved from Boston.