There is not a minute of the day when we cannot hear some sound. To get an idea of how big a part of sound plays in our lives, imagine what the world would be like without sound. Imagine yourself on a busy street where traffic moves silently. Automobile engines run soundlessly, there is no screech of brakes and an automobile horn never toots.
My name is Bella Swan; good at sign language and karate. My best friend is deaf, and you know what? Won twice at Twilight Awards, and has been nominated more. His breath wheezed out in a quick 'woosh'.
He clutched his stomach, clenched his teeth, squeezed his eyes shut tightly, and slowly slid down the fence, till he was slumped over on the ground. And he's about ten times smarter than you are obviously, because you should've known I wasn't going to let you make fun of my best friend like that.
You don't even know him, you jerk. I've seen you; you're always all over him, you slut. I just shrugged it off and walked away toward Edward's house. I didn't mind too much what he said or thought about me; I knew it wasn't true, and my own honor I didn't really care enough to fight for or defend.
Edward, however…was a different matter. Ever since we met when we were five, we'd been best friends.
I'd always been patient; and he needed a patient friend, something no other five year old was. Growing up is hard, but it's even harder when you're trying to understand the world but everyone in it is talking and…you just can't hear it.
He'd had to learn sign language, but as he was very smart he accomplished it flawlessly, I added fondly in my head.
But not enough people knew it to make things easier for him. His teachers, his family, and me. But other kids…they didn't know it, and it was hard for many to understand that he just couldn't hear them. It had seemed impossible…as a result, many had thought he was slow.
But that was when we were children, and it infuriated me that even now, at the age of eighteen and nearing the end of senior year in high school, some people were still that stupid and ignorant. I myself had learned sign language for him, sometimes with him, because I've always loved him.
Edward's my best friend. Well…it was hard to admit to myself sometimes, but honestly, over the years my love for him had surpassed friendship. It encompassed everything; he was my light, he was my world. Sometimes it seemed like he felt the same way, but I couldn't be sure.
Anyway, sign language wasn't the only thing I'd learned because of him. I was also a black belt in karate, pretty cool, right? I'd asked my mom to enroll me when I was very young, because I wanted to protect Edward from the meanness of people, even back then.
He didn't know that was why I'd learned karate. I just told him it was fun. He had merely laughed then and shook his head, amused; he was a gentile person. He probably could if he wanted to; but he found no reason to do so. Edward was definitely the better of us two. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was almost four o'clock.
School had let out almost an hour ago. Usually, Edward and I either went to my house or his together to do our homework and then hang out. But today, I'd told him I had some business to take care of first. I didn't tell him what it was.
I doubt he'd be approving. Thankfully, he didn't ask, because it was hard to lie to him. I mean, I didn't really think he needed me to save him; just the opposite, because I always thought him so much stronger and better than I.
But I had a defensive, protective side when it came to him.Oct 11, · To get an idea of how big a part of sound plays in our lives, imagine what the world would be like without sound. Imagine yourself on a busy street where traffic moves silently. Automobile engines run soundlessly, there is no screech of brakes and an automobile horn never toots.
Growing up is hard, but it's even harder when you're trying to understand the world but everyone in it is talking and you just can't hear it.
He'd had to learn sign language, but as he was very smart he accomplished it (flawlessly, I added fondly in my head). The Way Of The World A World Without Sound.
Grey. A world without sound, A cease fire of words. Language is spoken by movement, Movement is transformed by vibration. My song is of Rhythm, To my pace, In this world without sound, As it forever stays. Jan 18, · You ask a question about what a world without sound would be like! Example of a question: What would pop idols be in a world without sound?
. People should think critically about the news they hear and be hesitant to accept statements without proof. However, when there is proof, you can't just call something "fake" and pretend like everything is a media-fabricated lie.
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