Speechless: A Story of a Girl Without a Voice

This is Odd

The classroom burst out into chats as they talked about the new student.

Someone called out, "When are they coming?"

"Are they cool?" another student asked.

"Rich or poor?" Someone blurted. (Aristocrat *cue eye roll*)

Mrs. Lane tried to project her voice above all the eighteen screaming ones. "He is coming in a couple of minutes!" That got everyone to shut up. Satisfied that she was finally able to control the chaos, she continued, "He is new and you have to treat him like a friend. Okay? Got it?" Then we started our tedious class.

As boredom crept into my mind, I heard a knock on the door. Mrs. Lane paused. She glanced out the window and smiled. She walked over to the door and opened it as a boy about my age stepped in. I guess I couldn't have expected an old man to be my classmate.

Mrs. Lane said, "Hello everyone! This is Axel Stone! Your new classmate."

I was surprised. Axel Stone was not a piece of stone cut up by an ax. That's a relief. He was tall, not too tall where you need to cram your neck to look at him, but tall. Maybe a few inches taller than me. He had soft shaggy, chocolate brown hair. He had a twinkle of curiosity in his dark, ocean blue eyes. I had to admit, his leather jacket looked pretty cool. The jacket was half red and half white, horizontally. It had a collar and a zipper, which was unzipped to reveal a black shirt. But his pants were just blue jeans. I hate jeans. Sorry Axel dude but, your jeans suck.

Mrs. Lane turned to Axel and said, "You may sit wherever you want."

He shrugged and sat right next to me completely ignoring the eighteen faces staring at him with amazement. That's a first, I thought. He slid the chair backward and took a seat right next to my desk. I gave a withering look that looked like, Bro, don't sit here because I will haunt your dreams, so move. NOW!. He looked like he understood but completely ignored me while he crossed his legs on his desk, flicked his hair back, and rested the back of his head in his palms.

I turned away and went back to my notes. So, this dude killed some other dude, and then World War 1? That didn't seem right. I looked back at my notes again. So the King of Hungary died because an assassin from a different country killed him. Then because countries had a lot of deals with other countries where they would help the other one if they needed help in war or anything else. So in the end, a bunch of countries were dragged into this because of these peace treaties they had. So basically a LET'S-KILL-EACH- OTHER-AND-SEE-WHO-SURVIVES! sort of fight. This happens a lot in history.

Mrs. Lane clapped her hands together. Clap Clap-Clap, pause, Clap Clap-Clap. The class repeated after her. She cleared her throat and started, "Everyone, it's time for quizzing."

She asked, "What was one of Hitler's hobbies?"

She called on Noah's raised hand and he said, "He liked making art."

"Correct, good Noah. Who assassinated Archduke Franz Ferdinand A.K.A. the King of Austria Hungary?"

Several people raised their hands including the boy next to me. Ms. Lane pointed to the boy and said, "Yes, Axel?"

"Gavrilo Princip"

"Nice job!"

And that was pretty much class.

As classes flew by and the end of the day neared. Before I started my long journey home, I crouched down and checked my backpack to make sure I had all my assignments —which were a lot— in my home binder. But as soon as I got up, a hand clasped my shoulder. 

I really hope you guys like the story so far. I update pretty often.