Hey everyone :)
Here is chapter 1 of the last in my "Falling" series!
I won't be able to upload another chapter until Tuesday though because I'm going away to another state in Australia because it's my grandparent's 50th anniversary so we're having a bit of a family reuinion :)
I hope you like this one :)
(Penny is 18 years old)
FALLING FOR THE BAD WOLF
I woke up to the feeling of someone gently shaking me. That was how I was woken up – someone shaking me as I couldn’t hear an alarm.
If anyone didn’t know already, I’m deaf. Have been since the day I was born, and I honestly don’t care anymore. I used to be really self conscious about it when I was younger, I used to think I was retarded or something, but then my sister, Nicole brought me here when I was seven and I was treated like everybody else. People here, my family, they learnt how to communicate with me through signing and they made an effort to know me.
My eyes cracked open to see my sister’s black one’s staring back at me.
My vision focused and I could see that she was ready to sign something so I made sure I concentrated. What was the time? I looked over at the digital clock on my bedside table and saw that it was six in the morning. What the hell was Nicole doing waking me up at this hour?
“Pen, you’re on babysitting duty for the terrible twins, I’ve got to go to work,” she signed quickly grinned deviously and dashed out of the room before I had a chance to protest.
My sister was a resident at Balmoral Presbyterian Hospital, she was practically guaranteed a job there after med school because she worked there as a candy striper for all those years. Nicole took me there a lot too and I got to colour on old charts and hang around in the children’s ward.
I was always envious of Nicole, not because she could hear, but because she was always the one people noticed. Because I couldn’t communicate with people they just treated me like I didn’t exist, and if Nicole wasn’t around to talk for me then I wouldn’t have a voice at all. Don’t get me wrong, I love my sister to death, but one day, I would like to know what it would be like to speak and to be heard properly.
I threw my covers back and surveyed my rather messy room. I hadn’t changed the decor since I’d moved in so I still had a pale pink paint on the walls, stuffed animals everywhere and a princess canopy but I didn’t care, it made me feel childlike.