Silent songbird

Chapter 1

The bell rang and all the students went running to find their own classroom. The first bell of the day. That one sound that announces another long and tiring time with boring adults who just care about their own little problems and their score at the final exams. These adults that pretend they care about a bunch of children around the age of 12 who think they are cool for being mean. I remember that day as if it was just a couple of hours ago.

I entered the room with this usual determined look on my face. Everyone turned their head to stare at me with that same look as always. Discouragement. Even though they all seemed less happy then when I wasn't in the room, I thought everyone liked me. How embarrassing.

The teacher came in and talked about a new girl. How boring, why couldn't it be a boy? We could have been friends and Maoka would stop speaking and saying how excited she is to meet that new girl. Oh, there she was. She looked so small and shy. Her long brown hair fell like a river that stopped just under her shoulder blades. A shade of ginger could be seen in this waterfall of hairs that reminded the colours of a forest in winter. Her eyes were shining like emeralds. She looked around the class with no attempt to hide her emotion. A shy smile on her pink lips. All of the haste she kept for so long before finally meeting her new classmates and teacher was reflected in her gleaming gaze. Her eyebrows were a little inclined in a way that showed her determination to prove that she was worthy of acceptance into the class. She looked so kind and calm. She was also pretty and the more I looked at her, the more I could feel my heart beating faster. I wanted to smile and to tell her to sit at the table next to me. I wanted to stay next to her forever. I wish it could happen but she was a girl. Girls are only trouble.
I got out of my thoughts to look at her again. Everyone was waiting for her to talk but instead she was just standing there, staring at the tall man who announced her arrival a couple of seconds ago. He didn't seem to understand either. After a couple of seconds he seemed to remember something. He then told us her name was Amylee, that she was 12 years old and that she got transferred here. He also told us to be kind even if she was different. Different? What makes her different from all of us? She was the same age as us, she could walk and she looked perfectly correct. My thoughts were interrupted again by that one fatidic phrase.

"She is mute."

I was walking my way back home when she crossed my mind. Mute. How can we interact with her then? How can she communicate if she can't talk? I don't understand. I don't want to be in the same class as a weird girl who can't even speak!
I stood still for a second before opening the door. My mom came running and she asked me how my day was and other boring questions. Does she know anything about Amylee? As if she could read my mind, my mother said my teacher sent a email that said I might want to talk to her about this new girl since she has an handicapt. I was so angry. Even at home the "new girl" was the top topic. I went into my room without even explaining my reaction. I hate that girl! Why do I feel like that? I want to be friends with her but she is a girl and only to add more complications, she can't interact like a normal human being. She is an alien that makes humans feel like that to crush them better afterward. I need to make sure she does not achieves her goal.

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I started calling her names. People laughed every time I did it so I just continued. I continued until I got bored of just names and started to put water in her locker and steal her pencil case or binders. It was so funny to see her reactions. I then started pushing her in the fountains, bumping into her intentionally to make her fall. I felt like a saviour to all of the class. People laughed with me and I had friends. The urge for power and popularity was growing bigger every day and I didn't want to stop there.
I was walking with two guys from the class, my friends, when we saw her. She was just standing there, as if she knew I was coming and she was waiting for me. I approached her slowly but in a way that made me look confident. She then took my hand in hers and looked at me. The wind rose and her hairs were pushed away from her face to reveal a long but neat scar. I stared at it and then realised she was still holding my hand and that my friends were laughing. I was about to take my hand away from hers and to scream at her but she smiled and let go of my hand. She pointed at me and pointed to herself after. She then joined her hands together to shake them two times. What was she doing!? I didn't know what to do so I just awkwardly laughed and pushed her. She fell but I just turned around and continued walking with my friends.