• Soft whispered words. Gentle breezes. Cool water embracing me. Then the next thing I know I am being smacked up the back of my head by my teacher for day dreaming. Freinds are laughing at me and im being scolded. In my harsh world I hear nothing. But i see everything. People think i cant read their lips. They think that I dont hear whispers of some kinds telling me what people are saying. Yes, I hear ghosts and nyphs and everything mytholical and magical. They speak only with their minds so i have no problem understaning them. My supposed freind in now telling my teacher that im off in my own worl and that she should have pitty on the def girl! Well im going to keep my gift and freinds to myself so to prove to them im the dumb girl they think i am i let my eyes drft off and tie my shoe.