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“Miss Lang I called you down here to take you up on your offer,” the principal said.
“What offer?” I asked.
“Last year you offered to show around all the new students. Now I found enough other students to show around all, but one student. So I need you to show around Grant Clark.”
“Grant Clark? Who’s Grant Clark?” I asked. The principal held out his hand and gestured to someone at the door. I turned around in my chair and noticed the boy who was sitting next to me in class.
“Can you handle that Miss Lang?”
“Yes sir. I can show him around.”
“He’ll need his interpreter so-“
The principal was interrupted by Grant and we both turned around to face him. “I don’t need an interpreter.” His speech was a little hard to understand at first, but I understood what he said pretty easily.
“Okay,” the principal said, “Have fun.”
I was one of the last to leave the room, but Grant held the door open for me. When we were both out into the hall, he handed me his schedule. It amazed me how clear his speech was especially because everyone kept saying he was deaf, but I didn’t say anything.
“I don’t know where my classes are.”
“Right,” I smiled. I took his schedule and looked over it. “Wow.”
“What?” he asked. Our entire conversation we were looking right at each other. I’m sure it was so he could see my lips. I’ve seen TV shows and that’s usually how it works.
I looked up at him, “Looks like we have all our classes together. I can walk you to your classes if you want?”
“No problem,” I smiled, “We should probably get back to first period.”
We walked back into class and the rest of his friends were already in their seats. The entire class turned to look at us including Mrs. Modden. I quickly walked to my seat and sat down. I hate being the center of attention anymore. I’m not used to it. I always feel like people are thinking about when I was a gymnast. No matter how hard I try and how much I want to forget about it I just can’t.
I started being a gymnast practically as soon as I could walk. My parents put me into the best training possible and we were a very close family. They came to every meet with me and were there in the stands together at the Olympics. I was the only gymnast from my area to make it to the Olympics. Everyone was so proud of me that they put me advertisements and posters up everywhere in town. Whenever I traveled I had to sign autographs for everyone. It was tiring, but I always reminded myself that I was living my dream. A dream that I first thought of when I was six years old. Even after I was injured, my dad carried in my silver medal for me while I lay in the hospital bed. The second he took the picture was the very end of the dream because deep down I knew it was never going to happen again. My dream was gone.
“RING RING RING RING!”
I snapped out of my day dream and everyone but Grant had already left the classroom including Mrs. Modden.
“Are you okay?” Grant asked.
I didn’t bother even looking at him. It was stupid, but he was new maybe he would recognize me. “I’m fine,” I quickly replied, “Let’s go.”
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Hear No SecretsTeen Fiction
Gymnast Chloe Lang felt her world crumbling down the day she got injured at the olympics. The doctors told her she was never going to be able to do gymnastics again. She decides to give up on her dream and goes back to school. The principal assigns...