Silent songbird

Chapter 2

Maybe I should have asked her what she was doing. Not for her! Just so I could sleep now instead of trying to figure out what this hand gesture meant. Maybe she tried to tell me that we should hold hands? AM I BLUSHING!? No! No! No! I do not like her. She is not human. She will try to kill everyone if I let her plan happen. She probably uses some magic power that aliens use to make me feel like that. I can't have feelings for a silent monster. The flower field has not awakened yet. I have to protect it, it can't die before even living! If this weird living being tries to make the flowers that we, humen, are, perish and if I am still the only one that seems to have understood what this thing is, I will be the one who protects the flower field. Alone. I will stand for it until all of the flowers are big and pretty, even if it means my flower can not grow. It will grow after, that's all.

I woke up after a good night of sleep. The idea of saving people and to finally be liked by my classmates made me forget about Amylee. About the hands. I was taking my bag and putting my shoes on when my mother came in. She will probably tell me that I should put my coat on because it is cold but I will just respond that I am not a baby anymore. As always. She will then tell me to be good at school and to have a great day. She opened her mouth and I already started to look at her with my usual annoyed look but she just closed her mouth back and smiled innocently. She then told me to put my coat on and to try to not get into fights or trouble. She looked straight in my eyes but still had that fake smile on. I had no choice but to obey. Why was she being so mean? Not even a little "Have a great day" or "I love you hun". Did she learn about me and Amylee? I am just protecting the ones I love. Why would she be angry about it?

We continued normal lessons in class. We talked about science, maths, english. Everything was normal beside the fact a little silent thing was sitting at the front of the classroom. Amylee Roy. She had light brown hairs that were cut in a leigth that let them lay just behind her shoulder blades. Her eyes were big and round. They were the same colour as her birthstone, emerald. She had a round shaped face but it wasn't too round. It made her look very kind. She always smiled and seemed happy and calm. I am sure she wasn't but who was I to try to help the one I was bullying? It was probably because of me that she was unhappy.

The days passed. I was more mean every day until that day. I was friends with everyone and they always seemed to count on me to make them laugh. I loved the feeling of being popular but it made me feel like I had to do better each time. I started with verbal bullying, after I started to do things to her furniture and I started to do things to her. I made her fall, I spilled water on her, I put mud on her clothes, I pushed her in the stairs. It was like that everyday but that day I was tired and didn't want to find something new. I just took a pair of scissors and wrote mean stuff on her desk. Ugly, monster, alien, weird, disgusting. I saw her enter the room and I threw the scissors away. When she saw it I just said how horrible the person who did that must be and that I was sorry for that sarcastically. She looked at me and smiled. I saw tears in the corner of her eyes before she got out of the room as fast as she came in. I was surprised by her reaction. After all, it was just words? No? I looked at the desk for a little time and still could not understand why this, of all I had done to her, was the thing that made her cry. The end of the day arrived and she was still not in class. Rumours say that she had spent the whole first and second periods in the girl's toilet and that she was gone outside in the afternoon. I felt bad for what I had done but after all, it wasn't that mean? Well, yes it's not really kind of me but I've done way worse before. I opened my locker door and a note fell. "I am sorry. Can we be friends?". It was written in a pretty and clear handwriting. Who could it be? There was a name at the back. Amylee. Her!? Again!? And why sorry? She wants to look like the kind little victim who takes the faults! Well I am not falling for that. I'll make her know I don't want to be her friend.

I opened the door and told I was here. No answer. She was probably out or something. I removed my shoes and went into the kitchen but she was there. My mother was sitting at the table and looked at me as if I had killed somebody. The fear and hatred transformed into pure rage. She stood up and asked me if it was true. What? If what was true? She screamed at me but I was not listening anymore. She knew. My mother knew about Amylee and she wasn't happy about it. Far from it. She was so angry I thought I could see fire burning in her eyes but sooner than later, the fire turned into an ocean of tears. I was shocked. Why was she crying? I should be the one crying after being screamed at like that. "Yes it's true. Happy? Now you know that your son is a horrible person who hits on a poor mute girl." I said before walking away. I think I heard her say something but I didn't understand what. I just got in my bed and fell asleep.

She was not here. There was no Amylee this morning. Her seat was empty and there was nothing on her desk. Maybe she was just late? The teacher came in and the principal followed. They closed the door and the teacher looked at me with the same look as my mother the evening before. "Amylee got transferred to another school by her father."