The Flower Theory

Prologue: Sometimes Quiet is Violent

Hey readers, this is the first time I publish my story on wattpad and I'm so nervous! I hope you guys will love it and I'm sorry if there's a lot of grammar mistakes (you can correct me if I write something wrong) because English is not my first language. Therefore, just enjoy the story and I'm open for feedbacks. :)

THEY looked at me with a blank expression on their faces. With bented mouths and their hands neatly stacked on their tables, they look unimpressed.

My heart beated faster, my lips were dry, and my hands were cold. I tried to swallow a wad of saliva, but my throat was dry, it was such a miracle I didn't choke on my own saliva.

I thought lost in the playground was the most horrible thing I've ever had, but in fact, standing in front of twenty pairs of eyes that seemed to undressed me and tried to introduce myself was far more terrible than getting lost in the playground. Or maybe got kidnapped by a pedophile

Finally, with the remnants of courage in me, I introduced myself, "My name is Thea Aggynor. I'm from Ely, " I said in a hoarse voice. I wasn't sure they heard it, though, but my voice was slipped and I sounded like something strangled me at the end of the sentence

And the room suddenly felt more alive as the laughter slowly came from their mouths.

Miss Roth raised her eyebrows and smiled, trying to channel the courage through her eyes, as if by doing that, I could suddenly become relaxed and they will like me.

"Come on Thea, can you raise your voice a little?" she asked.

I turned my head to her who sat behind her desk, then stated again. "My name is Thea Aggynor, I'm from Ely," I said again in a louder voice.

Miss Roth smiled and got up from her chair. "Thea just moved here from Ely, I wish you guys welcome her very well." She touched my back. "That's where your sit, okay?" She said still with a big smile, pointing at an empty desk at the back of the class.

I walked to my desk with my feet trembling like crazy. It almost felt like my feet couldn't touched the ground. My desk was right next to a girl with reddish-brown hair with hundreds of freckles on her pale face.

She watched my movements with a judging gaze. Her green eyes moves up and down while trying to look at every inch of my body. When she realized I was looking at her, she immidiately turned her head with an arrogant face.

My lips clenched, trying not to cry. I didn't want them to think I'm a whiny child. I just took a deep breath, pulled a book from my bag, and pay attention to Miss Roth who wrote large MULTIPLY words on the board.

Math. At least the first day at school wasn't too bad.

***

For a seven years old kid, moving to a larger and more crowded city was enough to make me depressed. Everything felt strange and terrible. Especially when I realized that I was the only one who didn't have any friends

I tried hard to make myself look friendly and pleasant, although it was not my nature. When I was in Ely I only had a few friends I had known since kindergarten. But in here, I didn't know anyone and I had destroyed my first opportunity to look attractive when I introduced myself with a rusty voice in front of the class, so I could not expect much.

After three months of school in this town without the slightest social interaction with other people, I'm getting used to it. I'm familiar with the other kids passed me as if I was transparent, I used to sit alone in the cafeteria during lunch, and I used to my uneventful life although sometimes I like to cry at night because I felt lonely