
I hope everyone likes this story, with a sad
beginning to Zarina.
This book was created and published on StoryJumper™
©2014 StoryJumper, Inc. All rights reserved.
Publish your own children's book:
www.storyjumper.com


She played the piano, the cello, violin, the recorder, and
flute. She couldn't hear herself when she played. She
couldn't understand what other understand. Zarina was
different, but special. But lots of people did not take it the
right way when teachers said she was deaf. They would try
to make Zarina cry, but she would stand up strong.
Sometimes she would go home and cry, but hardly anybody
knew. Zarina couldn't talk about it. She would never show
her feelings, but sometimes to her grandfather. When her
grandfather left to go to China for work, Zarina had nobody
to talk to. But before Zarina's grandfather went to China, he
gave her a poster. When Zarina opened it, she smiled. For
the first time in her life, she felt like she could talk, hear, and
smile.

SHOVE! Zarina fell to the ground. A girl about the same
age as Zarina pushed her. The girl picked up the poster
and ripped it up. This girl new she was deaf, so she used
sign language. Zarina squinted her eyes. The girl who
pushed Zarina was named Yuki. Yuki showed with sign
language that she was going to the competition, so
Zarina couldn't go. Zarina told her with sign language
they could both go. Yuki rolled her eyes. "Let the best
one win," she said out loud. Zarina didn't understand
what she said since she was deaf, but she could tell it
was.

Zarina wanted to pick one instrument to play in the
competition. She thought she played the piano the best.
She warmed up her digits, and cracked he scruff.
Zarina made up a piece right on the spot. Though she
could not hear it, she could feel it. How it felt? It felt
amazing to her! Zarina wanted to press the key on the
piano for the last time. Once she pressed it, she felt a
ring in her ear. Could deaf people hear? Could the
meaning of deaf be different? Could deaf people get
their hearing back? All these questions went through her
mind.

Zarina wanted to ask these questions, but it was
hard. When she asked questions to people at
her school, they just said they were crazy
things to ask. Zarina didn't want these questions
to infect more of her life. How could she ask
these dumb questions? Zarina looked at her
father, then her mother. It was time to ask
them to enter the competition, since it was next
week. It was plenty of time for Zarina to
practice, but hard. To Yuki it was little time for
her to practice, but easy.
You've previewed 9 of 14 pages.
To read more:
Click Sign Up (Free)- Full access to our public library
- Save favorite books
- Interact with authors




I hope everyone likes this story, with a sad
beginning to Zarina.
This book was created and published on StoryJumper™
©2014 StoryJumper, Inc. All rights reserved.
Publish your own children's book:
www.storyjumper.com


She played the piano, the cello, violin, the recorder, and
flute. She couldn't hear herself when she played. She
couldn't understand what other understand. Zarina was
different, but special. But lots of people did not take it the
right way when teachers said she was deaf. They would try
to make Zarina cry, but she would stand up strong.
Sometimes she would go home and cry, but hardly anybody
knew. Zarina couldn't talk about it. She would never show
her feelings, but sometimes to her grandfather. When her
grandfather left to go to China for work, Zarina had nobody
to talk to. But before Zarina's grandfather went to China, he
gave her a poster. When Zarina opened it, she smiled. For
the first time in her life, she felt like she could talk, hear, and
smile.
- < BEGINNING
- END >
-
DOWNLOAD
-
LIKE(1)
-
COMMENT()
-
SHARE
-
SAVE
-
BUY THIS BOOK
(from $2.99+) -
BUY THIS BOOK
(from $2.99+) - DOWNLOAD
- LIKE (1)
- COMMENT ()
- SHARE
- SAVE
- Report
-
BUY
-
LIKE(1)
-
COMMENT()
-
SHARE
- Excessive Violence
- Harassment
- Offensive Pictures
- Spelling & Grammar Errors
- Unfinished
- Other Problem
COMMENTS
Click 'X' to report any negative comments. Thanks!