Chapter 1

Name: MacKenna Grace Wilson Hair: Long blond Eyes: Green Age: 9 Favorite Color: Blue Dream: To become a Zoologist and Travel the world

Looking back into one of my old entries in my journal that I wrote in 8 years ago. Remembering I had some big hopes and dreams when I was 9. Knowing that life has changed so much within that life span. Knowing that those hopes, and dreams are just that, hopes and dreams. Realizing that they will never happen in this lifetime at least. I take the journal and throw it out, along with a bunch of other stuff that we could not bring with us to where we were going.

A hand waves in front of me and signs to me. 'Are you coming?' Yes, I shake my head back. I forgot to mention one teeny thing about myself, I am deaf.

I adjust my glasses on my face and follow my twin brother out of my room. With a suitcase in hand and a backpack slung over my shoulder. He grabs the trash bag from my room and brings it with him. We head into our tiny little living room, finding our other brother there waiting for us.

I have two brothers; one is my twin and the same age as me of course. The other one is 8 years younger than us; he is 9 years old. My twin, his name is Jesse James a.k.a JJ, what can I say about him. He looks exactly like me, less nerdy though. He looks like Alex Pettyfer. He has a couple inches on me and is athletically built. Best way to describe him is that he looks like an all-American Boy model. His looks never go to his head, making it so he has a big ego or anything like that. He is kind, polite, thoughtful, and I could go on and on about him. Any mother would adore him for his politeness, any father would be proud for him on a sports team, and girls fall head over heels for him. He does not hide away or get embarrassed to be seen by me in public. He lets people know that he is proud to be my brother and anyone who messes with me, must deal with him.

Next you have Michael Davis, or as he likes to be known as Mikey. He has blond hair and green eyes. He looks like the younger version of Cole Sprouse when he played in The Suite Life of Zack and Cody. He is gonna be a tall one as well, he already reaches my shoulders. He is a very bright kid; he loves to learn a new word every day. He has even skipped a couple grades, that is how brilliant he is. He looks like the mini version of JJ, which is why he does not get picked on for being brilliant. Plus being brilliant in our community is a great thing, they have done wonderous things for our community. There is literally a whole day in their honor to celebrate them. Mikey also has a loveable personality about him, just like JJ's. And he is very protective of me as well.

Then you have me, plain old Jane. I feel like I have been cursed. I had to wear braces, I am stuck with glasses, my skin is always breaking out. I have terrible seasonal allergies, as well as being allergic to cats, dogs, mold, shellfish, hay, pollen, practically everything. I am sneezing at least 10 times a day, so you can find me anywhere just by my sneezes. And on top of all this mess I have been blessed for being deaf.

I became deaf when I was still a little baby. My brother and I were premature babies and we were in the NICU for almost 5 months. I am 10 minutes older than my brother. Within the span of the time of us being there, my brother was getting better and I was getting worse. I had fevers and I kept on getting bad ear infections. I was not able to keep anything down, so they had to put in a feeding tube. One day I had the worst ear infection of all time and that is when I lost all my hearing. Then after the ear infection, I started to improve from there. My parents were not able to afford the cochlear implant surgery for me. So, they came up with a guide dog for me instead.

Mikey tugs on my arm, indicating it was time to go. 'The car is here, it's time to go now.' I nod my head at him.

I pick up the leash of Oliver and turn around one more time to look at our dingy little apartment before shutting the door. Oliver is my guide dog, he is a Portuguese Water Dog, a hypoallergenic dog. He helps me get up in the morning when my alarm clock goes off. He lets me know if someone is knocking at the door. If there ever was a fire and I was sleeping, he would of course wake me up.

Staring back at the apartment, I was grateful to have it, but I would never consider it our home. It never felt homey to me and I am sure the boys would agree with me. The apartment was located in the worst part of our community, where it was shady and skeptical. It housed a teeny tiny bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a living room. There are cracks in the walls, the roof is leaking. The bathroom had a shower stall in it, and the water was ice cold every time it was used. The kitchen had a sink that was always dripping water and the fridge had a buzzing noise coming from it. The stove only had one burner that was half of the time working. It was a good day if you did not find a cockroach in the cereal box every morning. The boys let me take the bedroom and they had the living room that a had a pull-out couch that they shared.

To say that I would miss the place would be an understatement. But I was appreciative that the landlord let us stay here, without asking any questions. He said, as long as we paid out rent on time and kept the nose down no questions were asked.