Silent songbird

Chapter 3

What!? No more Amylee? No more laughing? No more popularity? This has to be a bad joke. It has to. The principal took a step forward to address the whole class. "She got transferred because her father found her crying in the back of the school. Apparently she had spent the day there. She wouldn't tell why but we all know that she was not left in peace by some of you." He stopped, adjusted his tie and belt and he continued. "So, we give you a chance. Whoever did this to Amylee, stand up and let us deal with this together. This is your only chance before we take the necessary precautions and expel you.". I stopped breathing. Expelled!? This can't be true! The teacher was still staring at me. He knew. I was sure of it. He then told me to stand up. I did it. He forced me to admit. "It's not just me! The others laughed and did it too!" I said, panicking. "No! Liar! We didn't!" Maoka was standing up and was looking at me with anger devouring the last trace of green in her eyes. She looked like Amylee. A black haired Amylee. That made me flinch and I looked at the teacher. I acknowledged the fact I did things to her. He looked at me, and then turned to face the principal. The last thing I know, I was in an office with two men. My own teacher and the principal. One saying I should be expelled and the other just watching me while breathing loudly. His old and tired eyes looked like two small pearls. The part of it that should have been white was a light pink and his iris was blue so pale it looked white. His hairs were grey and were missing on the top of his pale head. A pale little man in a pale little room in a pale little school. How depressing. Well at least if I am expelled I'll be in a better school. The school that's in my street. It would be so much better than here. I was pulled out of all of my thoughts when the old cadaveric man told me he would call my mother to discuss with her.

Temporary staying at home until they've made a better decision. My mother was angry but I was not. I wouldn't have to deal with the death stares. We got back home and I got sent to my room. At least the flower field was saved. No more aliens to kill us. I was the one who saved everyone. I should have been praised and loved but instead I was hated and I was forced to copy, work, eat and sleep. All of that in my small room. My mother would not talk to me and only my sister would bring me food so I survived. All of this for nothing. I destroyed someone's life for nothing. I should have been sad and should have tried to meet Amylee and try to make her happy again but my want for fame was too big now that I had a taste of it.

We were going to Amylee's place. My mother wanted to apologise to her father for my actions. Why is she so dramatic? It's not as if all could disappear just with a little apology. We went there but I didn't come with her. I stayed in the car. A tall man opened the door. He looked mean and had clear blue eyes. He had short brown hair that looked like Amylee's. He must have been her father. I got out of the car and walked in the opposite direction of the house. The big mansion was on a beach. A private beach. How rich were these people? It was the Roy mansion. Mathieu Roy used to live there with his wife but she passed away after giving birth to her third daughter. I know that because the story says that the wife is haunting the mansion and Mathieu. Apparently, he would be the one who murdered her. But these are just stories. Even if this man looks like he could murder someone, he sure did love his wife. He could have died for her and his daughters. He was a great father but his short temper and impatience didn't fit with Amylee's handicap so he just stopped caring about communicating with her.

I stepped on the soft sand and slowly walked until I reached the water. I looked on my left and saw a small body was waiting there. She was sitting on the sand, her feets in the water. I looked at her and walked to her level. She heard me and looked at me. She then stood up and smiled. Little tears fell from the corners of her eyes and she stared at me. Wind blew her hairs away just like that day at school when she tried to hold my hand. I saw that long scar on the side of her face. What was that? I stood in front of her and then asked what the scar was. She looked shocked. What? She got a little notebook out of a small bag that was hanging on her shoulder. There was a title on the cover page of the book. Communication. Does that mean we can actually communicate!? I completely forgot that she can still write. It's true that she is just mute. She isn't deaf or anything. She just can't speak but she is just like me. This is why everyone was so angry with me when they learned about me and Amylee. I regret all I've done to her. I regret but I am not a little child who apologises for this. I will not say I am sorry. I don't want to look weak. She passed me the notebook. "I am sorry. It's my fault. I ruined your life. Because of me you have to stay at home and your mother has to talk with my father. Sorry.". Oh give me a break with those sorry things! I don't care about people, I don't care about my image! I don't want to have to do anything with her. She always tries to seem like the poor little victim. I was about to scream at her but I wanted to know what the scar was. I asked her. "I fell when i was younger". She lied. I was sure of it. She couldn't possibly have gotten this scar simply by falling. It was thin and straight. Anyways, it's not like I cared. She put her notebook back in the small bag and walked away. She just walked away like that.