My name is Hollie, I'm 16 years old and I'm going to be deaf for the rest of my life, but I can hear a little.
I wear a cochlear implant, but I can't speak, and I use BSL, which is British Sigh Language, I live in London.
I have a sad story.
Four years ago, my parents left me when I was 12, it wasn't because I'm deaf, no. It was because they don't love me and didn't care enough about my life.
Like some parents ask their children how was school, or how are you, but my parents didn't say that to me and all they said was,
"Eat now!" and "Go to sleep!"
They wanted me to read their lips, I mean they didn't bother to learn sign language.
Unbelievable, that's so bad!
I hated them forever.
Suddenly, a nice neighbour goes to my parent's house and someone, the women, found me and took me to their house.
They called the police, but the police said I have to sleep with them for one night and then they took me to an orphanage house.
"You... have... to sleep... here." The women signed a little slowly.
"Okay." I signed.
The women smiled nicely.
"Are... you... hungry?" She signed slowly.
The women turned around to everyone.
"Dinner's ready!" She shouts.
Everyone get up and went to the kitchen, the women turned back to see me.
"Come on. Oh... I'm... A-n-g-i-e, Angie." The woman signed slowly.
"Oh, I'm H-o-l-l-i-e, Hollie." I signed to reply.
"That's... nice name." She sighed.
We went to the kitchen.
She got 2 young sons and 1 older son.
They were whispering about something that I couldn't hear.
"Ahem..." Angie clears her throat.
They stopped whispering, saw me and they stood up quickly at the same time.
"Alright, then! This girl is Hollie and her parents left her, so I took her into my house, but she can't hear. She only uses sign language." She explains to the boys.
Angie turned around to look at me.
"These are... my... three... sons." She signed slowly.
After dinner, someone knocked on the door.
"Mum, there's someone knocking on the door." Angie's elder son says.
"Okay, I'll get it..." Angie says.
She was walking to a door and opened the door as I followed her.
She opened the door wide as It was the policeman, he was walking into Angie's house and he talked to me.
I didn't understand what he saying as his talking was too fast.
Angie explained to the policeman and he looks embarrassed.
"Oh! I'm sorry. Are you Hollie?" I read his lips and I nodded.
I just read people's lip.
The policeman turned around to see Angie and she looked at me with a sad expression.
I could tell...
The policeman told Angie that I might be gone from this house and moved in an orphanage house, right?
"Hollie, you... going to... Orphanage... house... in London." Angie signed slowly.
"When?" I signed.
"Now!" The policeman says slowly.
"What?!" I signed.
I sighed sadly.
"What about my clothes?" I continue to sign.
She turned around to see the policeman.
"Yes, I can help her." She says.
"Okay!" The policeman says.
"Come on!" Angie says slowly as she looks away from his face to see my face.
We entered my parent's house and we were quickly packed everything in my two big suitcases.
When we finished, we went outside. I'm going to miss this place.
"Come on, we're going now." The policeman says with his finger to point to the car.
I turn around to see Angie as I gave her a thank you hug and I pulled away from the hug.
"Thank you." I signed.
"You're... welcome!" She signed slowly.
I'm going to Orphanage's house.
Now I have been at the Orphanage home for 4 years and I love music.
I love One Direction.
A/N: It's my second Movellas.
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P.S I have to change little grammars into this story. Okay! Fine! A lot of grammar!