I’m always trying to figure out what’s really going on. Always having to fill in the gaps, but never getting all the details.
It’s like trying to do a jigsaw when I don’t even know what the picture is, and I’m missing one of the vital middle pieces.
How do you know if your friends are talking about you behind your back, or if a boy likes you?
They could act innocent, but you’d know from the rumours. You’d hear the whispers.
But what if you couldn’t hear those whispers anymore? What if everything you took for granted was gone? Being a teenager is hard enough.
But being a deaf teenager?