Speechless: A Story of a Girl Without a Voice

Oh Great, a New Kid

Here I am again! Enjoy!

Axel Stone. Does he look like a piece of stone cut up by an Ax? I hope not.

Mrs. Lane's classroom had three pink painted walls with one side being blue. The floor was a striped carpet floor and the desks and chairs were very a beige color and evenly spaced. 

I attempted to do that cool pen-spinning thing that they do in the anime shows some people in my school are obsessed with (I'm obsessed with the anime shows too, more than I like to admit). But I ended up half-breaking and throwing the pencil across the room. I got out another pencil and tried again. This time the pencil hit Brad on the head.

"Watch it!" Brad exclaimed.

I shrugged. Mrs. Lane told us that she needed to go to the office and would be back in 5 minutes. Before she left, she told us the classic, "don't do anything while I'm gone".

I was 96.632% sure that something bad was going to happen while she was gone. I took another pencil out of my pencil pouch. I tried again, this time, aiming for Brad's head. I hit it perfectly. I could become Hawkeye! I thought to myself proudly. Brad lost his temper and moved with horrid grace storming at me. If there was one person who had the nerve to be around me, it would be Brad.

He picked me up by my sweater and said, "Don't you dare throw another pencil at me, or else you know what is going to happen."

"Boy, you've got some temper issues alright. How about no more pencil throwing and you let go of my sweater?" I sent it to his mind. He considered. Everyone was watching us. Johnny was slowly taking out his phone. Kiko looked frightened. Another advantage of M&M: No one else knows what I'm saying because it can only be heard in the head of the receiver.

I tried sending something else. "Hey Brad, if you let go, you keep your popularity, and girls won't be so afraid to be near you!"

Before he could do anything else, Mrs. Lane came back from the office.

"Brad! Put Ms. Johnson down! There is no fighting in my classroom!"

He let go but a little too suddenly. I hit my back on the edge of the table as pain radiated through the center of the place I hit it.

Mrs. Lane muttered, "When will this class learn to be mature?"

She then cleared her throat and sighed. "Well, class we are having a new student today!"

(Sarcastic voice) I bet you totally couldn't guess who it is . . . .