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I made my way to the park happily, bounding along. Frank had texted the deaf foundation and they had said that the least amount of money we'd need to raise was double the amount we had raised, and that they had put in a good few thousand. It wasn't long before I would finally hear. Frank looked nervous and frightened for some reason, so I frowned and tapped him. "What's wrong?" "Oh, there's just something on my mind," Frank signed. "Do you wanna talk about it?" I inquired. He seemed to sigh. "I don't think I should really tell you until you have your hearing back. By then, you'll have figured it out yourself." I pursed my lips and nodded

"What?" I signed, gasping simultaneously. Frank grinned sheepishly. "They prioritised my appeal," he explained. "They said that you were the most selfless sounding teen on the appeal list. They're beginning to raise money for your operation. And they're also still considering letting you being part of that new operation I mentioned the other day." "Seriously?! But you only appealed a few days ago!" "I know! But they were so moved by your story. Someone from the charity is getting your school to have a fundraising day to get your starting fund." "Oh Frank..." I smiled wide. "Thank you so much..." "It's okay. Anything for you..." he signed

I'd fallen asleep in my bed after crying to myself for a little while. I didn't often cry, for Mikey's sake, but I knew he was pissed at me, so the night prior had seemed ideal. I groaned, turning over, and rose to my feet, grabbing my phone from its docking station. My eyes widened. 'Frankie: Gerard? I'm sorry for leaving.' 'Frankie: I know you just wanted to protect Mikey...' 'Frankie: Gee please don't hate me...I'm sorry...' 'Frankie: I threw away my blades for you...' 'Frankie: Please meet me at the park at 2...' 'Frankie: if you don't show up, I won't blame you...' Tears came to my eyes and I glanced at the clock. Half past 1. I

Bob smiled sweetly when he opened the door. "Hey, come in," he signed. I dipped my head and stepped inside his house. Bob led me up to his room and we sat on the bed together. "So how's you and Mikey? Is that why you wanted to see me?" I inquired. He seemed to sigh. "Yes. He wants more, Gerard. You should know what I mean by more." "Mikey wants sex?" I regarded Bob with disbelief. "No way. Just..." "It's true. I don't know what to do. I'm only just old enough, and Mikey's fifteen." "I'll talk to him," I promised. "There's no way I'm letting my baby brother get away with having sex when he's barely a sophomore." "That's what I said. I to

Upon waking up, I noticed that Frank was shaking in his sleep. Whether it was from the cold or from something he feared, I did not know. I wrapped my arm around his waist and hugged him against my body as he slept. His shaking ceased when he felt me keeping him safe. I closed my eyes again until I detected movement. I gasped as I saw Mikey stood above me smirking, obviously having taken a picture of us cuddling. Frank awoke and rubbing his eyes and yawning cutely, blissfully unaware and innocent. I bit my lip as Mikey ran off with the camera. Frank sat up, blinking sleep away from his eyes. He groaned at the dizziness his sleep-induced stat

Silence. It had almost become a sound to me. It's all I heard, every day. Silence. No voices, no music, no anything. Just a flat, collective silence. People knew. They knew what was wrong with me and they pitied me. They attempted to comfort me with dumb three year old talk. I dunno, maybe it would have helped. If I could hear them. There were people who were ambivalent to my difference. There was Ray, a cute guy with a bouncy afro. He was more or less the leader of our small coven. Whatever Ray said was the final word. At least that was what I thought, because I couldn't hear him. Then there was Bob, who never really did anything specia

With a rather average end to the day, the blissful holidays ensued. I decided to spend some time with my brother at least every day, as I didn't want him to feel lonely. I greeted him with a cup of coffee as I entered his room, which he took gladly. Once he had drank it, he smirked over at me. I frowned, signing, "what's up?" "Oh, nothing," he replied, pretending to be ambivalent yet still holding a broad smirk. "Mikey, tell me," I frowned more. "No, it's fine. You can go see your boyfriend now." "Boyfriend? What? I don't have a boyfriend..." "You will soon," he scoffed, seemingly chuckling. I narrowed my eyes. "If you mean Ray, I'm go

Frank had slowly become my best friend across the few weeks we'd spent together, and it surprised me how fast our relationship had developed. We didn't start off as enemies, though we certainly weren't friends to begin with, but now I couldn't imagine the group being whole without Frank. It was the last day of the term, and I thanked a greater being endlessly for it. I'd had enough of school. I just wanted to spend time with my friends without having to worry about school or homework or bullies. Frank greeted me as usual. We usually walked to school together, except from Wednesdays, when his mother drove him there. I returned the hello and

"So is everything set?" Frank signed excitedly. He moved his hands too fast, so I put a gentle hand on them to ask him to slow down. He blushed a little and asked again. "Yes. You asked Bob to meet you, right Ray?" I questioned the fro'd fiend. He nodded. "And you asked Mikey to meet you?" Frank asked. I smirked and nodded. It was the night after our day out at the park where we had concocted our heinous plan. Well, it wasn't quite heinous, but that wasn't the point. "Oh, look!" I pointed across the horizon to where Bob was making his way toward the romantic picnic we'd set up. We'd hidden in the bushes, not too close so they could hear o

Mom was all flowers and sunshine when Mikey and I arrived home. She hugged us and offered us coffee and even said she'd give us money to buy the things we kept asking for. I soon discovered that the reasoning behind this wasn't good. At all. "Mom, why are you doing this?" I signed, confused. She tried to avoid my question, but we pressed her, and it brought her to tears. "Your father and I are getting a divorce," she signed slowly, her hands trembling. I gasped and hugged her close, tears in my eyes. I refused to let any escape, just for her sake. Mikey seemed as solemn-faced as ever, but his bottom lip quivered occasionally. I leaned back