*Title not decided yet* - Sofia Hantzaridis and Olivia O'Donnell (librera reader .txt) 📗

I stood next to the hospital bed as tears slowly rolled down my pale face. I watched his hurt body just lay there. I took a deap breath in between sobs.
But, then again, this isn't where my life started to grow, then it fell. You need to know what happened before my heart shattered into a million small, broken pieces.

The story unfolds here. Andrew Kent, and his brother that was four years older than him, Isaiah, walked to their classes. They slowly began to split at the freshman and senior hallway. This was my chance to talk to Andrew.
I upgraded my walk to a slow jog. Passing people, I became closer to him. Before I knew it I was walking right behind him. But what would I say?
"Hi, Andrew," I felt my lips moving. What was he going to do? I don't know.
But actually he turned around and smiled.
"Hey," he slowed his walk and shifted his body over to the side, to walk next to me. I was actually next to him. "Sup,"
"Oh, uh, nothin'. Where are you headed?" I asked.
"Math, extra help."
"Oh, well, you know, I'm pretty good at math. . ." oh my gosh. What was I doing? What was I saying? "I can tutor you, if you'd like,"
"Sure, I'd love that. I just need to tell Mr. McGlide that I found a tutor. Want to come and wait outside the room for me?" he threw a smile.
"Yes,"
And we were walking. Simple right? No, not really. I have to build up the courage to do that.
Outside Mr. McGlide's room, I planted my feet on the blue and gold tiled floor. Blue and gold are our team colors. Maya and Sam passed by.
"Hey Aari! What 'cha doin' waitin' outside Mr. M's room?" Maya spoke, as she chewed her bubble gum.
"Oh, nothing. I'm just waiting for someone." I itched the back of my head. Maya always made me feel a tad bit awkward.
Maya peered into the window in the door, to look into the classroom.
"There's no one in there but Mr. McGlide . . . and Andrew, why are you waitin' for him?" she growled. She took her eyes off Andrew, and darted her blue eyes at me.
"What's going on?" Sam asked Maya. Sam has always been the dumb one. I know this, because she had to stop playing with Maya's key chain to ask.
"Nothin'" I swallowed hard. I hoped Andrew would come out of the door at any second.
"Hey, what's that on your-"
"Nothing!" I cute Sam off. She pointed to my hearing aid. They didn't know I was deaf. I didn't know how Maya would react. They thought I was on vacation for a month and a half.
"Okay, bye. I'm going to be late for class." Maya left. Thank God.
Abigail followed shortly after Maya left.
"Hi," she waved. "I like your shirt!" Abigail flipped her long pink, green streaked hair behind her shoulder.
"Thanks," I put a smile on my face as she left.
I leaned against the door. Andrew was so popular. Everyone knew him, in any grade. He had a brother that was a senior, Isaiah. And Isaiah was pretty popular too. Andrew was so, so cute . . .
"Ready?" Andrew asked, as he pulled the door open. I nearly fell.
"Oh," I caught my breath. "Yeah. Let's go."
"So, what do you have this period?" Andrew asked me.
"I have science, and you do too," I smiled.
"Yeah," HE smiled this time. "You said it before I could,"
This got pretty awkward. There was no lip movement. This continued, for about five FULL minutes. Then eventually he came up with something good to say.
"So, wanna meet me at the corner in the hallway after class?" Andrew looked up and smiled at my blushing face. My face blew up with releif. Then went back to normal. You know, to look like a normal person and not desperate.
"Yeah, sure." We broke apart and I felt so good. So good I can't even describe it.

Towards the end of class was awful. I hate it when you don't pay attention in class. And you're teacher freaking calls on YOU, out of all the people in the whole class. You. And you just sit there saying, "Uhhh, Ummmm," And it drives me crazy! I don't the answer! Call on someone else freaking teacher!
I, of course, had the pleaser of being that person.
And I was also the last one to leave the classroom. All my books and binders fell, and the papers fell out. This can't get any worse, right?
Oh, no. It can.
My pen exploded all over my shirt. What a day. AT LEAST I was meating Andrew at the corner of the hallway. Phew.
I walked. I almost ran. I didn't want Andrew to wait that long. He may leave. I was a turn away from the hall. And that, was when Maya tripped me. Yes, I stumbled over her eighty inch gold freaking heals.
I wanted to burst into tears. Between the black ink on my blouse, and the people almost stepping on me, this wasn't my day.
But I shouldn't cry. I couldn't. I was so close to Andrew. And that's when I realized I was in the middle of the hallway, laying down. I picked myself up, and started to walk. And when I turned, I spotted him, waiting paitently for me. He walked towards me.
"Hey Aarihan," Andrew called out.
"Andrew," I said under my breath, still grinning. We met. And that's when I remembered my blouse looked like crap.
"Here, take my sweat shirt," Andrew's lips spoke. He took of his navy green sweat shirt and put it around my shoulders. I wanted to just hug him and never let go. "You still wanna walk to lunch with me?" Andrews eyes met mine, after he zipped his sweat shirt up so it covers the ink stains.
"Yeah," I lost my self starring into his eyes. I don't know how long I continued to do this, but when I realized it, I quickly made it less awkward. "I mean,"
"I'd be more than happy to walk with you," he threw a smile onto his face. And so we began to walk. Throught the halls, to lunch.
We arrived at the beat up two entrance doors to the cafeteria. We exchanged smiles, and then sat at our usual tables.
I plopped myself down in the seat next to Sam. Maya always across from us. Why? I don't know. Maya glared at me. I forgot I still had a grin on from brushing against Andrew as we walked to lunch together. I wiped the smile off my face.
"Why were you with him?" Maya spoke furiously. Of course, her anger was towards me.
"Who?" I asked, dumbly.
"You know who, you smart ass. Andrew."
"Oh. Yeah. He asked if I wanted to walk with him, so I said yes. Oh, and I wanted to thank you for tripping me a few minutes ago."
"My pleasure." Maya smirked. She met Sam's eyes. "Sam, look at Abigail! Doesn't she look pathetic!!"
"What is SO wrong with Abigail?" I asked Maya. I waited for a responce, watching her lips.
"Look at her. She has enough eye liner on her face, it looks like she did her makeup in the dark. She always wears that light rose lipstick, but occasionally wears that purple lipstick. Ugh! She presses hard on the lips to make her lipstick bold. She has pink hair, and to top it all off, she has green streaks in her hair. Her hair even goes past her arms when they're down. Aari, you can't tell me she's pretty."
I almost gasped. Abigail is beautiful!!
"Yeah . . . Abigail's hair looks like a lolipop . . ." Sam took a bite out of her hippo shaped sandwich after she spoke. A different shaped sandwhich everyday. Get used to it. I did.
"Whatever. Oh, no. Abigail is coming. Don't look into her eyes. You'll turn to stone."
I gave Maya a glare. Sam burried herself into her sweater.
I made eye contact. And smiled. And waved. I was a peace maker. Abigail smiled back and afterwards left. I can't believe she had no friends, even though she was so nice.
"Why'd you do that? You made eye contact!" Maya exclaimed. Sam began to feel my skin.
"She doesn't feel stone to me," Sam said. She stopped. "Maybe you guys are related!"
"Shut up, Sam." Maya's pissy mood created a smile on my face.
"Why!" Sam's eyes started to tear up.
"Here's a carrot." Maya handed her an orange thin carrot.
"Ooh! I love carrots!" Sam took it and shoved it into her mouth. I love Sam. She's halarious. I held in my laugher as she said, "Ooh . . . Brain freeze!!!"
But I couldn't allow Maya- or anyone in school- find out I'm deaf. How do I know they won't treat me like Abigail?

I sat in the driver's seat of my dad's light blue jeep. In Clarkdale, Arizona you only need to be 14 to get your driver's permit. 15 to have your actual driver's license. I was 14. I was driving to Andrew's house to tutor him, if you were wondering.
"Which house is it," my dad asked, tightly gripping the handle on the car door. No, I wasn't that good of a driver. But it would be cooler if I pulled up to Andrew's house in the driver's seat. Andrew was born in January- so he already got his driver's license. Of course I was born in August. Late birthday!
"Andrew said he lived in a small brick house," I said, keeping my eyes on the bumpy old road.
"Is it that one over there?" he pointed to a small brick house. Yep. Is was that one.
"Bye, dad. Love you," I hugged him and jumped out of the car. I slowly started to walk towards Andrew's house. This was going to be so amazing.
I finished