August 20,2014
6:30 A.M
"KLARYSSA,GET UP AND GET READY FOR SCHOOL LEAVE THE HOUSE BY 7:25 SO YOU MAKE THE BUS!" as I shoot up out of bed hitting my had on my lamp where I forgot to move out of my way the night before.
I immediately get those first day off school butterflies. I put my back to school outfit on and grabbed my ten pound book bag on full of useless school supplies which I will probably never use. Finished getting ready for school walked down stairs grabbed a pop tart and walked out the door.
The only thing I thought about while at the bus stop listening to the girls talk was if I could talk what would I sound like. One of the girls' names where Magan , she asked me what my name is and I had a note in my pocket that I wrote my name on I handed it to her. She took it read it and looked up and said "WHAT, are you to good to even speak to me or something!"
I got out my notebook and wrote "I'm mute I can't speak" I slowly handed to her took a step back and watched her open the note up waiting for her to read it. She read it looked up and said "What the f*%# do you mean dumb a$$"
I snatched it away from her and wrote and bug block letters "HEY DUMB A$$, HOW ABOUT YOU ASK WHAT DOES THAT MEAN IN A NICE WAY. BTW IT MEANS I CAN'T SPEAK I HAD A SMALL GLIOMA TUMOR GROWING AND IT WAS REMOVED WHERE I LOST BEING ABLE TO SPEAK" I neatly folded it up handed it to her and smiled as she opened it.
She opened it all the way and read it looking up and reading it. After a few seconds looking up and she said " Oh........." (really awkward silence) "Sorry..."
The bus arrived we where the first stop, which made me super happy so I didn't have to deal with loud voices awkward stares. I sat down in the first seat on the right so the driver could see me and of course miss wanna be bad a$$ sat in the very back.
There where eight stops on our route; after each one I got more and more book bags hit my shoulder and weird looks. At the last stop there was this little one story house max 3 bedroom, 1 1/2 bath. A girl around my age and height got on the bus she looked at me and pointed to the seat as she if she wanted to sit there I moved my bag and sat it on my lap, she sat. I think she may be mute I immediately thought someone like me. I finally would have some who knows what I feel understand what I'm going through; it could be me and her against the world best friends for life.
7:48 a.m We finally pull up to the school...
I slowly get off the bus without falling, but just quick enough so I don't get on people's bad side this early in the year. I walk up to the doors smelling cheap perfume , fresh cut grass, and people who forgot deodorant. I walk through the doors filled with loud voices bright book bags and of course all the rude stares.
I walk up to the table that says eighth to get my schedule for the year with the lady sitting there about mid-thirties with a old lady floral blouse. She looked up smiled a big grin and says " Name please?" oddly enough her voice doesn't match her appearance she had an older voice.( must be a smoker)
I tense up pull my notepad out and write "Klaryssa D. Miller" as she stares at me when I finished writing it I handed it to her she read it looked through her papers handed me my schedule; I smiled nodded and walked away.
My first class was ELA 9 Advanced of course the girl who can't speak must be able to write her life away.
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