This would be the eleventh school in seven years time Frankie would attend. The eleventh time to stand in front of the others, quizzical faces, not quite looking him in the eye as if he were a freakish monster. The older he got the less he minded, but when five it hurt. He just wanted to be accepted and treated like an equal. He'd go to his current home to hide beneath the covers crying and wishing he didn't need to go back. It never worked though. Over time Frankie realized it wasn't his fault others laughed at him and treated him different. He couldn't change his deafness just like he couldn't change the effect of a tidal bore crashing on the shore. School number eleven would be faced with no exceptions or fear.
