Great. New school, new town, more explaining. My parents never understood why I hated new places. Reason #1: It’s really hard for me to make friends. Reason #2: I dress “differently”. Reason #3: I’m deaf. Can’t forget that one.
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I wake up in the morning, get in the shower, and work up the courage to get on with my day. It’s my first day of school at an entirely hearing high school. Gross. I sit under the hot shower and think about how little this town is and how I didn’t see any people my age on the block when we were moving in. Awesome.
I step out of the shower, and pick out a pair of red skinny jeans with my favorite Sleeping with Sirens tee. I go back into the bathroom to brush out my rats nest of hair. It’s black and shoulder-blade length with short, choppy layers and a platinum streak by my face. My bangs only barely hit below my eyebrows. I love my hair. It’s one of the things I love most when I look in the mirror.
Twenty minutes later, I have my layers perfectly teased and straightened, and I have my makeup on. Heavy on the eyeliner, just the way I like it. I stick in my ugly hearing aids, take one last look in the mirror, and head downstairs.
I grab a pear, kiss my mom and dad, and head out the door in my neon yellow converse. My walk to school is about 15 minutes, and I take the time to turn my hearing aids off and enjoy the silence. It seems like the calm before the storm. I smile. Maybe I’m imagining things and just maybe there will be people here who like me. I switch my hearing aids on with a newfound confidence and walk into school, bracing myself for what may come.
