Don’t Judge Me By: Jenny
Cassy What’s the definition for friends? Someone who actually cares about you? Yeah, that sounds right. Well…I have no one like that. I can’t read or talk. When I look at a book it seems like all the words get scrambled up and I can’t understand it at all. People tease me behind my back, like I can’t hear them! Some people just don’t understand I want to talk so badly but it feels like there is a hand keeping my mouth shut. All I want to do is say, “hey!” or “want to come over my house?” But only groans or wails come out. Will I ever get a friend?
Chapter 1 I walk up to Wetherston Middle School, as I walk people stop and stare. I try to stay confident but all I want to do is run back home. As I walk into the classroom I spot my desk…the word “disabled” is stamped on the side, “Really,” I think to myself.
Then my teacher spots me. “Hey, Cassy, feel free to try to scrape it off,” she replies to the look on my face. I smile as I get to work trying to scrape it off with my fingernails. After I’ve scraped off the d, i, and s, the bell rings and kids start trooping in. Once we are all seated the teacher starts. “What are the first five digits of pi?” Ms. Lester questions. I raise my hand. I know, but I can’t say. What’s the point of being the smartest kid when you can’t answer the question? “Only Cassy knows?” she stammers. “Okay, Cassy, come and write it on the board,” she continues. I walk up to the board and write the digits, just for good measure I write an extra three digits. “You are absolutely correct!” she sings. “For the rest of the class, I will be teaching everyone but Cassy about pi,” she announces. The class groans as I get to work on my homework. The rest of the day was the same thing. I’m the only one that knows the answer, class groans, and I get to work on my homework. When I get home my mom greets me at the door. “How was school?” she asks. I give her a thumbs up and walk inside.
Chapter 2 Today’s dinner, liver with lima beans. If I could say “yuck” I would, but I can’t. I gulp the food down as fast as I can but I know it’s just gonna come back up. “Guess what? Your birthday party is tomorrow!” my mom blurts out. As she explained what we will be eating and where we are going I imagine the almost empty room with my parents and a few relatives getting ready to give me presents that I won’t even like. The next day we drive into the ice skating rink and troop into the party room. My Aunt Tracy, Uncle Bill and Cousin Lenny are standing while my grandma and grandpa are sitting at the table. “Hi Cassy, happy birthday!” my Aunt Tracy coos as she wraps me in one of her backbreaking hugs. I sit down as Aunt Tracy hands me a present. I open up the box and find a book waiting to be opened. I try to hide my emotions and end up with a sad smile. Only my parents and I know. “We knew you’d love it!” Aunt Tracy explained. I look at the cover, what does it say? “Read the first sentence, it gives a good tip!” she insists.
I open up the book and stare at the first page. What? I spot the word disabled and that is when my emotions get the best of me. I get up and walk to where my beautiful cake is sitting. I pick it up and throw it…right on Aunt Tracy and then storm out the door. I hear my parent’s feet as I open the car door and climb inside. They are holding my presents and walking towards me. I don’t deserve those presents, I don’t even want them.
Daniel My whole life consists of studios, concerts, interviews every hour every week. My dad takes me to all of it. Until the night of the accident. The loudest concert we’ve ever heard. Well, I’ve ever heard…for five minutes, then all the sound got sucked out of my head and everything went black.
Chapter 1 I woke up in the hospital, surrounded by my family. My mom was motioning with her hands, sign language, “the language for the deaf,” my teacher had recited just two days ago. As I started to decipher the letters I also started thinking and that thinking became a thought, and that thought became a question, “Why was my mom using sign language?” And at that moment I realized that my favorite thing in the world had ruined my life forever.
Chapter 2 Not being able to listen to music is a nightmare, one where every night the same day starts over again. The same things, every day. No sound. No sound. No sound. It’s like a carousel that won’t stop spinning until you jump off, that way you’ll lose the pain, the torture, and, oh yeah, your life. Only this is 10 times worse because I know that I can’t just end my life. Life has to go on and I’m not gonna go down without a fight. I won’t give up. I’ll trudge through the difficult challenges that are thrown my way and at the end, I’ll come out on top, a man down, but at the top.
Lily Swimming in my friend’s pool, that’s where I was before the incident. What began as a beautiful day for swimming ended as an afternoon of horrible pain even for a dancer. The pain was unbearable. I should have never jumped. I should have never jumped. I should have never jumped.
Chapter 1 I try to stand up but fall just as easily. Life will never be the same again. How could something as simple as jumping into the pool ruin your life and your legs? But the worst part of all is that my lifelong dream of dancing is destroyed with a snap of my fingers. Just like that, all chances of ever being a real dancer are eliminated. What’s the point of living when you can’t even walk anymore? Now life is almost just as bad as death. Only instead of just ending things, I have to keep going. It’s like when you start dancing but forget the dance in the middle so you just run off the stage. But in my world all chances of ending the torture by running off are ruined because my legs don’t work, so I’m just standing there, or at least trying to, while tears start streaming down my face and pictures form in my head of what people will say. Like I said, no way to end the complete pain I’m in.
Chapter 2 Today I went to school for the first time since the incident. My mom promised me that life would be the same and my friends would still hang out with me. Instantly, I know my mom is hiding
something but I silently mutter my agreement. My mom and I both know things like this don’t go well with my school. Here, the amount of popularity you manage to scrounge up throughout the years goes away just like that if something disastrous enters your life. And lucky for me I’m one of the most popular people in this entire school. There are already two kids like me in the grade, Cassy, who is mute, and Daniel who turned deaf just this year. Hopefully, they will at least accept me.
Cassy I walk towards my usual lunch table and spot Daniel already sitting there and wave to him. Instead of just one I see two hands wave back at me and realize that not only Daniel but Lily are sitting with me. Why is the most popular girl in school sitting with us?! That’s when I notice the wheelchair parked behind her and the sad grin she has on her face. Lily is now one of us and no matter what she does she will never get the popularity she used to have back. She’s one of us now, and she always will be.
Daniel I see Cassy walking toward us and wave. Lily is saying something. I have no idea what it is but it’s probably something that has nothing to do with me. It will take a lot of getting used to for Lily to remember that she’s not really talking to me when she’s
talking to me. I see Cassy’s eyes widen as she realizes the true reason for Lily sitting here. I just hope she won’t give her a hard time.
Lily Right when I arrive at school I find out that everything I thought would happen happened. People actually avoid me for the first time in my life. At lunch, I sit down next to Daniel, forgetting all about him being deaf. I start blurting out all the sad things that have come to my life. I just needed to tell it to someone, even if they can’t hear me. That’s when Cassy starts walking toward us. I pause for a second just long enough to wave, and then finish my sad story. She sits down, and they actually sit next to me for the whole lunch, Daniel even talked to me! Hopefully, they are starting to like me ‘cause I’m starting to like them. After all, what would we do without each other? I just hope this can become a real friendship just as long as my old friends don’t come crawling back, cause when they do, I won’t be there for them.