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 2nd January 2022

My mum announced on Christmas day that we would be moving out… again! On boxing day, she made us pack all day and on the 27th we were on our way to our new home in Brighton. I was only allowed half an hour to say goodbye to my dearest friends Alex and Sonia, as mum kept saying we can visit during half term. I was so angry I hit the suitcase really hard that the wheels broke and I had to lift it all the way down the road into our new house. Mum says I should control my temper and that I should let go of my negative emotions, so she gave me this diary instead with the hope that I could write about how I feel instead. I said it won’t work but that I would try… so I guess, hello Diary?!

Love,

Nats     

  

4th January 2022

People think that I am different, but you and I are very similar.

 Like any other sixteen year old, I hate waking up at 6am to go to school. My mum pretends it is fine because she sends us - me and my sister - to bed at nine but who can sleep right away? It’s prime time for facetime, last minute homework, memes videos and overthinking. I know, I told you, we are similar! I see your world, I smell it, I feel it, I taste it. I just can’t hear it. It’s called hearing loss and it started getting really bad five years ago. Never destined to hear again clearly the soulful, rich and powerful, occasionally with an edgy tone colour voice of Adele, according to google and probably my sister who buys any merch she can get online. 

So, maybe I am a bit different, but aren’t we all? Anyway, tomorrow is a new school for me. Wish me luck because it’s a comprehensive school! The local special needs school is completely full until next year and my begging to mum to stay at home didn’t work. I can lip read to some extended success but I know I will struggle in school and hearing implants won’t help that much, but my mum thinks I am a superhero and that I can cope with everything. Dear Lord, send help!!!

Love,

Nats