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Destiny Cullen’s Choice: Both
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I can’t do this anymore.
I thought as I ran from my house to the park near by. Why do they always have to fight? I do my best in school so they can be happy and be proud.
My thighs burned and my lungs felt heavy and constricted. I stopped in the soccer field full of grass trying to get more air. Once I stopped I felt as if all the problems in my life: parents fighting, girls at school picking on me, and not knowing what to do next felt like it a crushing weight on my back and I crumbled to the ground.
Why? Why me? Why couldn’t I have a normal life, with normal parents and actually have a friend I can talk to? I wouldn’t wish for a sibling, god knows I can barely handle them why wish that on my little sister or brother?
A breeze blew through the field and I lifted my head feeling the cool wind caress my over-heated face. I took a deep breath, one after another and finally calmed myself enough get back to my feet and head to my original destination.
The basketball court is always empty since my parents decided to move to the worst neighbor hood in town. Again. I always keep a set of my favorite chalk on the side for the unbearable days like these.
My eyes almost popped out of my head at the scene that awaited me. A boy was playing with my chalk. My chalk! The worst day ever with a cherry on top.
With steam coming out of my ears I stomped over to him and glared down at him as he was making some time of design on the concrete.
“What are you doing with my chalk?! Didn’t anyone ever tell you NOT to use stuff that doesn’t belong to you?!” I punctuated it with my hands on my hip, rolling my eyes and scoffing.
Waiting for a retort that never came I looked back down at him and he never even acknowledged me! I bent down and took his face in my hand and made him look at me.
My breath caught in my throat for a second as the most striking pair of blue eyes looked at me. I shook myself and remembered that he was using my chalk.
“What are you? Deaf? I said you’re using my chalk!” I said as slowly and bitchy as I could.
But once I started moving my mouth he took his eyes off mine and stared at my lips. Shocked I frowned tried once more, “I said! Are. You. Deaf?!”
His eyes found mine once more and nodded before he started going all hyper speed in sign language. I gasped embarrassed.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I didn’t think you really were deaf!” I backed up but my foot slipped on a piece of chalk and I fell down on his drawing.
I moaned in pain as I sat up. I looked at my clothes and they were covered in chalk dust and I started tearing up.
Could this day get any worse?
As if on cue the boy scrambled to help me up, he bent down and offered his hand and I took it. “You know this doesn’t make up for you using my chalk.”
Once I was standing next to him I could appreciate him. He had black, semi long hair that got caught in his eyes with the breeze. And he was a good head taller than me.
But the most shocking? His smile. He was laughing at me, even though no sound came out I knew he was laughing. “Oh you think this is funny mister?”
I bent down and threw a piece of chalk at him and he smirked as if I just issued a war and he knew he would win. “Oh no!” He raised is chalk covered hands and clapped them over my head and the powder rained down on my hair and face.
I glared and he started up with his soundless laughter again. The look in his blue eyes were unmatched. I’ve never seen happiness in someone’s eyes before. It stirred something with in me. Something foreign.
Hope.
As that though made its appearance known, my cell phone rang. I frowned as I saw it was my dad calling me. Guess the noticed I was gone. I let it ring and sighed.
“Well, I gotta go. I can’t call you deaf boy so I’ll name you Clark Kent. You remind me of him with your black hair and blue eyes. And most important super good looks” I blushed. “Good thing you can’t hear me.” I waved good bye and he did the same but his face fell clearly not knowing why I was leaving. The joy wasn’t clear on his face anymore and I felt a twinge of uneasiness.
I need to learn sign language so I can talk to him.
It’s been two months and still no progress with my sign language. But everyday I get to see Clark at the park. I tell him all about my parents and how they fight and my plans of a better life after high school.
Today the fighting was even worse, they brought me into the fights. I’m no good and I’m just a burden to them. Never amount to anything. Not even worth loving. An accident.
I want to run away but I have no where to go. With my eyes burning with tears I hope Clark is there making one of his awe inspiring murals.
As I come up to the basketball court I see him and I choke on a sob. I can always depend on him. His back was turned so he couldn’t see me coming but I tackled him anyway.
“Thank god you are here! I don’t know what I would do without you!” I sobbed into his chest, soaking his shirt with tears. I told him all about the hurtful things they told me until my hiccups wouldn’t let me talk anymore.
He just held me close and rubbed my back soothingly. Once my sobs were under control I took a chance and glanced up at him wondering how I looked to him.
I’m probably forever branded the crazy chalk chick on the basketball court. But when I met his eyes all I saw there was understanding and…caring?
He held up a finger to tell me to hold on and I nodded. He smiled and bent down and picked up a piece of chalk and wrote on top of his mural.
He backed up and motioned with his arm to look at his work. I gasped as I realized what he drew.
It was me. I was outside a bakery called “Sweet Nothings”. I could comprehend what I was seeing.
He heard me. Every word that left my mouth he heard. I told him that I wanted to go to culinary school and have my own bakery called “Sweet Nothings”.
My eyes threatened to water again but this time the reason would be happiness.
What did he write at the top of the mural?
“You are worth it.”
My heart felt swollen with all the emotions I was feeling. But I couldn’t resist. I pulled him to me and kissed him. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you could hear me!”
He smirked and motioned with his hand that he couldn’t talk. I rolled my eyes. “But you could hear.” He smiled again and shrugged.
“I really need to learn sign language.” He grinned and nodded before he pulled me into a kiss.
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