Mute

To Tell or Not To Tell

As I'm walking to class the first day of my senior year it's the same routine, everybody looks in my direction hoping to see the girl I used to act like. But no, they see the girl I hid from everyone. They see who I really am and hate it. But I don't care, I could care less about what they think about me.

This whole me changing started in my freshman year when my only real best friend, who knew what I was really like and accepted me, commited suicide. I hated that she hurt herself and she hated it too. But she couldn't stop. I only left for less than a month and when I come back, I find her bleeding in her room with her last words being, "I'm sorry."

After that I completely broke down and I completely changed. Not only my mindset but my appearance as well. My bright blue eyes got brighter, bluer, and colder. My long raven black hair got shorter and blacker, if even possible, and it all happened naturally. I didn't do anything but sit there and watch it happen.

Surprisingly I get through the first day of school without being pissed off. So that's a plus, not, I like beating people to a pulp, it's fun.

Once I walk through my front door I immediately run up two flights of stairs to my room and call my cousin. Yes I know I'm supposed to be mute. I can still talk I just choose not to since Julia's death, and yes that is my best friend's name, my cousin is the only person I talk to. These are the times I'm glad that this house has sound proof walls.

"Hello?" My cousin's voice sounds through the computer but his face is nowhere to be seen.

"Get in front of the camera you doof!" I yell with my manly yet feminine voice. Then pops Jared in front of the camera.

"Yay! Your still ugly as ever!" I say exitedly while clapping. To be honest he's actually pretty handsome but his ego doesn't need a boost.

"Don't call me a doof or ugly. That's just rude." He says smiling. Sometimes I wish I could smile as much as he does again.

"And what am I?"

"Rude."

"Exactly!"

"What were you thinking?" He asks thoughtfully.

"When?" I ask as innocently as possible considering how far my innocence goes, and I'm pretty innocent for my age.

"When I said don't call me a doof." He says blatently but still smiling. See what I mean.

"Ooohhhhhh. Thaaat. Nothing of importance." I say smiling innocently.

"Ugh! I wish you wouldn't smile like that, it completely throws me off-guard. Ugh!" He says throwing his hands up in the air like he just don't care. Yes I did just make a refrence to one of the most horrible songs in human history. Sue me.

"That's the point doofus. Mua ha ha ha ha!" I say while still smiling but more evilly.

"Honey, dinner is ready." My mom's voice comes from a little speaker on the wall.

I go up to the speaker and press the little button three times to signal I'm coming down. I go back to the computer and say,

"I gotta go get my dinner, be right back." I start to walk away but his voice stops me.

"You should tell them." He says but his smile is replaced with a look of seriousness.

"No." I say blatently and a little harshly but I don't really care right now.

"Azizalaya, I'm serious. These are your parents, you can trust them." He says in a comforting voice. I'm almost tempted to listen to him but I need to think about it, and that's what I tell him.

"I need to think about it." I say looking down at my feet to avoid eye contact. Though most people are scared of me because if you look into my eyes it feels like I'm looking into your soul, it feels like he's looking into my soul when I look into his eyes.

"I'm holding you to that. Look I have to go out to eat tonight so you eat with your parents. OK?" He says with a smile on his face again.

"Ok. Have fun eating out." I say then I wave goodbye and end the call. Great so either I tell my parents I can still talk or deal with Jared. I'm in a predicament both are equally bad. Well looks like I'll be dealing with a lot of questions from my parents.

When I get down stairs I take my food and sit at my usual seat at the table. When my mom sees this she asks me,

"Hey honey, you alright?" After saying this my dad looks up from putting food on his plate to look at me curiously along with my mom.

Well they're in for a big surprise.

"Mom, dad . . . we need to talk." I say then simultaneously they're jaws drop, eyes widen and a plate falls toward the floor to break the silence. I'm screwed. Wish me luck world.

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Don't forget: Never stop IMAGINING &
Never give in to FAILURE. :)

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