"WATCH OUT!!" A little girl with strawberry blonde hair was screaming to a little boy who was careening down the street on his red and black big wheel. Oh how she envied that big wheel, in comparison to her pale blue one, his was cool. Hers wasn't. The little boy pressed his feet to the pavement as hard as he could skidding to a stop barely avoiding the street lamp centimeters away from his nose.

The little girl ran over to him, "Are you okay? That was close!" she questioned with a bit too much excitement in her voice.

The little boy moved for the first time since he stopped taking his gaze from the lamp to the little girls face, "Uh.. I'm fine Abby. But you should probably go back and get your bike out of the road before…." It was too late his warning was in vain. A big sliver truck came zooming down the street tearing through the plastic of her pale blue big wheel.

Trying to decide weather or not to be disappointed by the fact that her ride home was officially totaled, Abby made her way over to the crumpled piece of plastic. Taking a look at the damage Abby found something interesting. "A tire print! There's a tire print IN MY BIKE!" Abby was exclaiming in a way that made it impossible to decide weather she was excited about the fact that there was a track in her bike, or if she was just really angry.

"Hey Abby, if you want I can give you a ride home. You can just leave the bike here, some trash guy will pick it up." The little boy tried to persuade her away from the wreck.

"Oh no! No no no! I'm going to figure out who hit my bike!"

"And how do you plan to do that?"

"There has to be a way to track this tire print, and find out which car hit it. And once I know which car, I will find out who owned that car. AND I WILL GET THEM!"

The little boy began to back up slowly, not making eye contact with Abby, as if he were avoiding a bear attack. Once he got a good distance he made a run for his big wheel and he was off.

Abby stuck her tongue out at his back. That's how much he knows She thought to herself. I'll show him, I'm gonna find that guy, or girl. It's probably a girl, they always say guy, although I don't get why! She picked up the plastic clump being careful not to touch any part of the tire track because somehow she had convinced herself that if she touched it, it would be untraceable. She began the walk home, it wasn't particularly a short walk, you could get a good distance on a big wheel in a city like New Orleans. With paved streets, and friendly people around every corner it's hard to not enjoy a good ride.

About halfway home it started to rain, no it started to pour. Really?! Really?! How am I going to get this home in one piece now! Abby began to run through the puddles that were quickly forming on the cobblestone streets that edge New Orleans. When she made It to the dirt road leading to her house she was drenched, to the point that not a single part of her body was left dry.

Reaching the front porch she was ushered inside by her mother. What we're you thinking?!? She signed, making sure Abby was paying attention

I was thinking it was dry this morning. Abby replied, pointing out the definite weather change between now, and when she'd left the house.

I don't care Abigail Marie Sciuto, you are not to leave the house without telling me and you know that. Her mother was obviously angry.

I'm sorry. Abby signed, obviously sincere, or as sincere as a four year old can get. Her mother reached over and kissed her on the forehead. Abby then sat still for a few moments as her mother undid her two braids one on each side of the head.

Now go upstairs and take a bath, then come down stairs for dinner. Abby ran up the stairs talking to herself as she often did, if only to hear a noise once in a while.

"Abby what were you thinking? I was thinking that I would enjoy life! Oh really? Yes ma'am! Well good to see that's working out so well for you! Glad to see you agree with me Abby! Yes this conversation seemed to be quite nice, we should do this more often! That we should." Abby continued talking to herself throughout her bath.

Once she was bathed and dressed, in her favorite pajamas, an old red t-shirt that used to belong to her father, and some red and black striped leggings. Not only were these clothes comfortable, they were also her favorite colors, red and black. They were interesting colors, ones that people tend to think are creepy, or to some extend scary. Abby liked the unknown, the ability for one person to know so little, even though they know more than anyone else in the room. For a four year old she over analyzed just about everything. This probably had something to do with the fact that both her parents were deaf, meaning the house was silent more often than not.

Running down the stairs to the dinner table was often a noisy event. She would often scream or squeal as she ran down the large flight of stairs, not because there was a reason to. Simply because she could. Sitting down and eating however, was always silent. Not because Abby was told to keep it that way, but because she felt some sort of duty to her parents not to make them feel bad that she could talk, because she could hear.

The only noise that was made throughout the meal was the noisy chewing coming from her parents, because they really had no idea how much noise they were making.

After dinner, Abby was free to do what she wanted, as long as she stayed in the house. As a four year old, you really don't have a wide variety of things you want to do indoors, particularly when it's silent in the house, other than the wind howling outside your windows. Sometimes she'd call David's house, her one and only friend. But today he'd abandoned her all the way across town, there was no way she was calling him tonight. So she settled for the library, her favorite room in the house.

It was old and dusty and full of cobwebs up in the corners where her dad wouldn't clean on a regular basis. Abby liked to look at the covers of books even though she couldn't understand what they said. Some of them were leather and brown, other's were simple glossy paperbacks. Abby's favorite to look at was an original copy of Wuthering Heights. It was hardback, and it was covered in red fabric, what she figured was to be an intricate silk of sorts. She would rub her finger along the edges of the binding, then she'd open up the book and flip the pages one by one, stopping at the occasional illustration, which were done in calligraphy pen.

After spending hours in the library looking at her favorite books, she decided that she would go down to the kitchen. Because the concept of sneaking, is just pointless in her house, she doesn't sneak into the kitchen. She just walks in. After looking through the fridge and the pantry she settled on the leftovers from dinner, Cold Pizza. After scarfing down 2 pieces of pizza, Abby accompanied them with a tall glass of milk before heading off to bed.

Mornings in the Sciuto household were always an interesting occurrence, this morning was no exception. It would start with Abby's mother Gloria waking up as she always had at 7:02 every morning, not once had her mother slept past then. Then she would go downstairs and make herself breakfast. By 7:30 she would have gone upstairs to shake Abby awake.

Good Morning Sweetheart. Abby's mother signed to the still groggy four year old. I know it's early, but today's a very important day.

That's nice. Was Abby's reply barely readable due to her lack of enthusiasm in the topic.

Remember how you said you wanted to go to school? Abby's mother asked forcing her to pay attention, which wasn't easy. Abby nodded Well we found a school that was willing to take you. Why don't you get up and get dressed and I'll drive you there around 10.

Abby nodded again, showing she understood. Then she thought about it, ten? Ten was a bit late for a school to start, but she didn't care. Ever since her Uncle told her about what it was like to go to school, Abby was sure that's what she wanted.

After dressing herself in an outfit her mother would find suitable for a young lady (Meaning a denim skirt, and a white frilly blouse) She went downstairs. After pouring herself a bowl of honeycomb cereal she carefully counted out to make sure she had somewhere in between 200-300 pieces of comb. She knew it was silly, but it was something she did every morning.

Finding it to only be around 9:00 Abby struggled with knowing what to do. But it was then that her mother came into the room.

Abby are you ready to go? She asked

Mom, School doesn't start for an hour. Abby Replied

Well we need time to get there.

Mom, the school is only a few blocks away, we could walk there!

Oh Abby, you're not going to that school!

What? Abby was shocked. Something in her life was going to be normal, for once! She was so excited to go to school because she would have a friend! But there it was like a bomb.

It was worse than having her bike ran over, it was worse than there being no presents at Christmas. She was going to go to school in the Inner City was the realization she made as she calculated the travel time.