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[Amarashia]

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[Amarashia]

I grabbed the note the moment she lifted her hand from it.

What are you talking about? The audition's tomorrow! You don't have to be nervous.


She glanced at me over the table that separated us from talking. She narrowed her eyes in confusion for I was still shaking. Before the note, I only pretended, now I was really shaking. I couldn't help it, I couldn't stop and I didn't know why. I got another piece of paper and scribbled in shaky hand writing:

I really don't know why I’m shaking. I can't help it. I'm starting to feel cold.
HELP ME!

I chucked her the note and stood up feeling like I was going to be sick. I ran out of the room without asking the teacher, heading for the toilet. Halfway, I don't know what happened - I just fell and went blank. People said I fainted, but that wasn't what I thought happened.

[Amarashia]

I woke up and groaned with the pain in my back. I didn't need to open my eyes because they were already open, so I closed them to make them moist again. I couldn't do much about my back.
I got up with tremendous effort and tried to walk to the staff room, wincing with every step. After five steps I fell down again and rubbed my back. The pain was enormous, sending pain searing through my body.
Just then, my good friend came towards me, like an angel from hell. So caring, yet so cheeky. She spoke to me, but I didn't hear. I could still hear my heart beat, but not my voice or hers. I tried to speak her name, Sarah, but I couldn’t hear. What was happening to me?

[Amarashia]

Hi, by the way. My name Alisa and I'm eleven years old. I'm Chinese with long hair and really thick glasses. That's what I hate about myself. A lot of people seem to hate me. I only have a couple of friends. One of them has moved to New Castle, another to Manchester, another to South Hampton and one more, to another school. Emily is one of my last hopes and she says that she might have a small chance to move to the Isle of Man. I said to her that if she did, I would never make a friend again. This shocked her, but it didn't turn out to be true. I just couldn't help it. So sweet and trusting. No one couldn't make friends with her.

[Amarashia]

Anyway, after an hour my hearing came back. Luckily I had learnt sign language. Helping me do English. I would have been so happy if I hadn't.
At lunch, the noise came flooding back so quickly that it was almost unbearable. All the different noise, I was so amazed that I didn't respect it earlier. I kept on dropping my fork all the way through lunch, until Emily told me to stop. Why that wicked little witch. Honestly, she does sound like a witch when she laughs!
Nothing happened to me during the rest of the day, which was a relief. Actually not absolutely nothing. I was fine until,
"Alisa, bad new. I'm moving to The Isle Of Man," Emily said in a solemn voice with an equally solemn face.
"You're joking!" I replied.
"Nope..." she said.
I almost cried. I was utterly stricken. I felt like nothing could cheer me up.

[Amarashia]

It was then her mother appeared to pick her up from school. She gave a small tinkle of her fingers before leaving me there, standing like a statue. She said one in a million she would move. That one just had to act. I sat on a bench covering my face with my hands.
A girl called Victoria came towards me. She always cared for me when I was upset, thought I never cared for her. I didn't like her anyway.
"What's wrong Alisa?" she asked.
"Nothing. Just leave me alone," I replied with my voice muffled because of my hands.
"Fine then. I always offer you help, but you never return it," she said with her calm voice that always sounded like she had a tooth missing.
All I did was raise an eyebrow. There’s not much I can do about friends moving. It’s all a matter of chance whether their parents get new and better jobs in different towns or they can’t afford for the school fees.

[Amarashia]

My ears pricked up to her dad's usual high pitched whistle - a way of calling me without shouting. I sighed as I did what I usually did when this happened, pick up my bag and coat, wipe my eyes (if I'd been crying) and shake the teacher's hand, to say good bye.
"Daddy!" I cried as I ran towards him.
"Hello, sweety." He looked at me and asked, "Why are you crying?"
I don't know what gave it away. My eyes must have been red.
"Emily's moving," I cried.
We got moving and talking at the same time, so we wouldn't attract attention. Soon, we were in the old turquoise Mazda, driving home silently. Not a sound came from both of us, apart from the occaisional sob from me.