This is a story of a guy who falls in love with a girl who was deaf and dumb. (Weird). P. S. Dear reader if you thinking why Carla can speak sometimes in the story is that she is talking in either or writing it down on a piece of paper saying what she is saying. So for example Carla said “yes”, it means she either said it in sign language or written it down.
Also you might think how does Timothy talk to Carla. It is simple, he just talks, use sign language or write it down as Carla has the ability to read your lips. (Wish you can read lips, use sign language and have a steady spare stock of paper to write down for conversation, I would find it hardly impossible to do it. For people who can do that, I appreciate the thought of how you can talk to people like that) My name is Timothy Smith. I live in Bunbury where I study from Bunbury Cathedral Grammar School (BCGS). I am very good in sport especially in Basketball.
I am the captain of my team. My stern father is a very rich man with many friends around the world, who has a very high interest in what I do in my life. He is a judge who is well known in the judicial system. When I was small my mother died of cancer. Even though I had never had an experience with my mother, my dad married many ladies of high status that would take care of me. My father has married many people and is recently married to a supermodel.
Most of my friends in school always humour me with my dad’s marriage status. They would always tell me that I was lucky to be related to some of the people that my dad was married. Even though, he has married many people just for me, I never ever like the people that he has married. They all marry because of my dad’s money. I wanted my dad to marry someone who was not interested in his money, but my dad only married women who are very famous and who were also very beautiful. I am in my final year of schooling.
After that I would have to go and work with my dad. I dislike what my father does as a career. I prefer to be an artist. Even though I get good marks in my Art subject, my dad is never interested in the work I have done. Most of my paintings are really good. When I get my report card, my dad always check on my grades on law.
He wants me to become a judge like him. I know most of the people who are in my classes. During my first day in the third term, I noticed that there was a new student in my art class. It was a girl I never seen before. I didn’t know her name.
She was a girl of the same height as me. She had blue eyes that you cannot imagine. It so sometimes remembers me of the ocean as my mother had most beautiful blue eyes that I have only seen in my dreams. She had most incredible long blonde hair that I have seen. She even has the greatest body I ever seen in school, I mean that she has does an attractive physique that any girl would die for. Most girls in my school would break a leg or even drop their boyfriend just to know how to be as attractive as her.
She looked like, as she wasn’t spoiled from nature. She was as ripe as an apple from the first moment it fell from the branch. All I knew was that she could draw better than me. She drew many masterpieces of work that impressed my teacher.
I couldn’t believe that my teacher liked her work more than my work. I was extremely jealous and anxious to know this attractive girl. When I went up to her, while she was drawing a still portrait of a vase, I introduced myself. She didn’t move or seem to hear when I told my name. I started to speak a bit louder to her to see if she was lost in her work. She still did not even flinch from the loudness of my voice.
My art teacher came up to me, and said that she was unable to speak and hear what I say because she was deaf and dumb. It seems she was born like that. Even though being deaf and dumb she was extremely gifted in the world of Art. The teacher told me her name. Her name was Carla Angel Amanda. I thought of how a person could be deaf and dumb for the rest of their life, but still is gifted.
Even though I was not a believer of God, after the tragic death of my mother, I couldn’t believe how God would let someone let be born like that. I decided to learn how to use hand language. It was difficult because most of the friends, called her terrible names, which she couldn’t hear. I felt extremely sorry for her. It took me a while to learn, but I knew the basics since I got help from a friend who had a brother who was deaf. The guy was extremely happy about teaching me how to use hand language.
One day, I was bold enough to go up to her, and tapped her on the shoulder and introduced myself. After my incredible lessons, I thought I could have my best. After the formal introduction, she left crying. I didn’t know what I did wrong. Everyone in the class and especially the teacher were puzzled what I did.
I was asked by the teacher to go and find Carla and ask her what I did wrong. I looked for her around the school, and found her in the gym. She was still crying when I found her. I thought it is best that I write down what I said so I got a piece of paper and wrote it down. She looked at me and I pointed at the paper. She took the paper, and read it.
She looked at me with a smile in her face and wrote down, that she was happy that someone had the courage to talk to her in hand language. I wrote down, saying that her work is masterpieces. She replied with a thank you sign. I took her back to class, and the teacher asked her what I did wrong. She wrote down something and gave it to the teacher. The teacher smiled and threw the paper towards the dustbin.
I was wondering what would she write down on the paper that would give the teacher a smile. I was so curious that I waited till, after the class was over, I secretly went to the dustbin and found the paper. It said, “This boy next to me, was the only handsome boy, who had the courage to talk to me. He even had the courage to compliment on my work. Usually boys and girls are jealous of my work.
I think I just found my first friend.” I was interested and intrigued of this girl. She wrote nice things about me that I didn’t even know of. From the day onwards I wanted to know everything about her. I had to ask someone who knew in school, but I did not know of a person. I didn’t want to snoop on her. So the best thing I could do was give her a drop back to where she came from.
I found out that she was a boarder of BCGS. It seems that her foster parents wanted to make her live her individual life. The weirdest thing I ever did was asking my dad if I could join in boarding. He thought I was joking.
When I told him that I was serious, he asked m.