Okay, so this is my first Switched at Birth fanfic! I absolutely L.O.V.E the television series, and I hope you all do too! :) What a way to end the summer season finale, huh? CRAZY! I'm not sure if I can wait for more;) Hope you all love Switched at Birth as much as I do and I hope you enjoy my fanfic. Hopefully I'll stick with this one and it will go somewhere (: And sorry if it's kinda short...

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I was walking towards the parking lot of Buckner High when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun around and was greeted by the familiar faces of three girls in my French class.

Their smiles were just a little too fake, similar to their beach blond hair. The girl in front of the two continued to grin her blindingly white smile and tosses her bag over her shoulder.

"Daphne, right?" she asked sweetly.

"Yes," I replied hesitantly, my voice nearly forming the response as a question.

"We just wanted to say how well you did in French today." Bay had recommended the class to me when I started at Buckner. "You really had the accent going for you, what with your voice being…different and all." She threw me a sickening grin as the other girls laughed.

My blue eyes narrowed and I glared at her. Before I could come up with a comment, she quickly threw another remark at me. "Why don't you go back to where you came from? Nobody wants you here. You're a nobody—a retard," she hissed.

I bit my lip to force back the tears that threatened. "Better a retard than a b—"

I felt the ground vibrate from underneath me and I turned around, meeting my best friend Emmett's eyes. He ran his hand over his blond hair and glared at the girls behind me before turning to look at me with worried eyes. "Are you okay?" he signed.

"I'm fine," I assured him.

"Oh, look. She had her little boyfriend come to her rescue. You know what they say about retards—they always stick together."

"Why don't you just shut up? You wouldn't know a retard if it hit you in the face. Better yet, you don't know anything, period," Emmett angrily signed at them, throwing his hands in the air.

One of the girls stepped forward to stand beside her friend and she crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't know what you said, but why don't you get out of here. You're not welcome here anymore then deaf girl is."

I flinched at the name. Deaf girl—retard. It was like I was eight years old again at my previous elementary school. And here stood Emmett trying his best to defend me and stick up for me when I needed him the most—again.

Emmett quickly tossed me the motorcycle helmet and ordered me onto the bike as he stepped towards the girls. Taking a deep breath, he slowly, and verbally, shouted at them with all of the clarity he could conjure up in one sentence. Emmett hadn't taken speech therapy growing up like had, so he never spoke except through signing. I was almost curious to see what he had to say out loud to these girls that he couldn't say through signing. Perhaps he felt like they needed to comprehend and understand these words.

"Leave. Now. You're just selfish and immature—all of you. Go!" Emmett shouted, waving them off.

The girls laughed at the sound of his voice and seeing their laughter felt like a stab to the heart. I couldn't stand to see them making fun of him like that anymore than I could stand losing someone I cared about. I stood up next to them and with a clearer voice shouted at them.

"You heard him! Go home. All three of you are sluts and you're lucky if you'll get anyone to talk to you with that horrible nose job," I said to the girl who had spoken to me. She gasped and put a hand up to her nose, running away in embarrassment with her little "friends" following behind her.

I turned around to face Emmett and I could clearly see the hurt in his eyes. "Are you okay?" I signed.

He released a deep breath and nodded, shrugging his shoulders. I looked up at the sky and saw that the light was dimming and that it would be dark soon. I turned towards his motorcycle and swung my leg over before he climbed in front of me.

I tapped his shoulder and he turned around to look at me. "Thank you. You helped me through this again."

He shrugged his shoulders and signed back. "It was nothing." Emmett smiled halfheartedly and started the engine, pulling out of the parking lot and heading towards my home where my mother Regina and the Kennishs' would be waiting for me. I knew what I had to tell my mother. Even if it meant a change in who I was and a change in my friends, I had set my mind.

I was going to try the surgery. I was going to cure my hearing loss once and for all.

I walked towards my large house where my mother and I lived alone on the Kennishs' property and placed my hand on the doorknob.

"Mom?" I called, opening the door of our home and setting my book bag on the counter in the kitchen. I sensed her arrival and turned around to face her. She looked at me questioningly.

"Yes, Daphne?" she asked, her brown eyes worried. I did not often have a lot to say to her lately since I found out the truth about her past with Bay's pictures and her knowledge about us being switched at birth, but now was urgent. I had a huge favor to ask her and I was not sure how she was going to take it.

I knew my mother would think of a dozen—perhaps hundreds—of ways to talk me out of my decision, but if there was one thing that someone needed to know about me, was that I did not give up easily and once I made a decision I stuck to it no matter what.

"I need to talk to you."

"What's up?" she asked, signing as she spoke. Her eyebrows creased and she walked behind the kitchen counter as I sat on the chair in front of her.

I looked into her eyes for a few moments, weighing my words and thinking them through carefully. I was not sure how she was going to respond to what I had to say, but I knew I had to say it.

I took a deep breath and ran my hands through my blond hair before looking up at her.

"I want to try the surgery."

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