As the day dragged on Jaquan and Able we apparently the only ones willing to talk to me wile others just simply acted like I didn't exist.which was fine with me.
Thankfully my mom picked me up after school and I made my way to the studio. When I was little I had always wanted one. my mom(and dad) were the only ones who ever knew about my love for art.
Art was a way I could express my words without words. Put my feeling in drawings. When am in the studio I feel like I have accomplished something and I could be a part of the society without being constantly judged.
But I never show people my drawings, paintings or sculptures. I could spend weeks and weeks on a project but just end up throwing it into my studio; this is filled with every artwork I had ever made since I was thirteen.
The next day I didn't hear my mom yelling for me to get up. Instead I herd this loud obnoxious sound that kept repeating itself over and over again. She had gotten me an alarm clock.
After taking a shower and getting dressed I ran downstairs catch my mom for a ride. I did NOT want to take the bus. She gave me worried glances but still drove me to school.
Today I had a normal schedule; no orientations or anything like that. I made my way to my locker which I had absolutely no faults opening. I got out my books and turned invincible again.
My first class; English. This was my favorite subject besides art. I loved english and literature. Books helped stall my mind and keep it from wondering around. They were my escape.
There were rows of Chris and tables in the classroom and at the front; what I assumed was the teachers desk stood with a white board and a projector screen.
I took a seat at the back , not because I don't want to learn anything but because research says teachers are less likely to call on kids in the back. I did not want to be called on.
The bell rang and a slim woman entered the room.
" I suppose I already know who most of you are if you where here last year"she said scanning the room ,her eyes stopping at me.
"But well it looks like we have a new addition to the class" please don't say my name, please don't say my name , please don't call my name!!!.
"Miss Gordon" HO crap
I raised my hand. " Do you mind introducing yourself to the class"
Yes mam I do mind very much please, I wanted to scream but just sat there and stared.
Just then a hand raised from the front of the class and I was relived to see who it was, Able.
" Yes, mr Jackson?" she asked with an eyebrow raised at a funny angle.
"Um Lina has a speech problem" he said
"Do you mean to say she is shy?" eyebrow lady asked
"No, I don't think she's shy.....just mute" the class burst out laughing and I had no idea why,I just felt like disappearing as my face grew hot.
" She would be in a class with people to suet her disability" they carried on their conversation as if I were not there.
Wait, what did they mean by 'suet her disability?'
"But as it shows here she is an excellent student with outstanding grades mute or not" she stated
"Okay.....Lina you may remain in my class, they obviously didn't put you in here for nothing"she said finally looking up at me
"But you may still have to participate" she said doing the eyebrow thing again. I nodded.
I hurried to my locker right before lunch and made my way to the library. People kept pointing in my direction and whispering among themselves until I herd a male voice loud and clear say the words 'mute freak' and I sprinted to the library.
Jaquan was still there when I arrived at the library but what I did not expect to see was she and Able lips locked and leaning against one of the shelves.
Not exactly knowing what to do, and not wanting to disturb them I made my way to one of the desks and took a huge bite out of my sandwich wile reading. Then suddenly someone pulled into the seat right in front of me and whispered the words 'it's so quiet in here' I rolled my eyes thinking its a library what do you expect . But then I looked up and met his eyes.
They were brown. A mix of dark chocolate and Carmel.
A curly mess of brown almost black hair.
I couldn't stop staring .
I wanted to reach out and touch him, run my fingers through this hair....anything.
But I just stared with my mouth full of a half chewed sandwich.
He looked like Art.
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Teen FictionMy name is Lina ,which most people don't know and I have a disability.ever since I was born I was never able to talk. Yes, I could laugh and cry, but I simply can't talk. My parents didn't think much of it when I was a baby ,but started to get worri...
