How to Communicate.

STEP 1: ( PART 2 )

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Soon, the bus had arrived to the school. The bus lined up with the rest of the buses. I watched silently as the doors to the bus swung open and a swarm of kids started pushing and shoving. So eager to get off the bus, for what? It's worrying.

After all the kid were off the bus, I got up and slung my bag over my shoulder.

"Have a good day, Kid." The bus driver grumbled to me as I exited the bus.

I looked around me and almost instantly frozen up. So. Many people. I did NOT sign up for this! This has to be at least 1000 kids! This is too much! I quickly point my attention to my unusually clean sneakers. Despite wearing every time, I go outside, there isn't a speck of dirt on my sneakers.

"Get out of my way! Stop just standing there!"
A kid about three times my height and size shoved me out of their way. Please, keep in mind that I am at least 6 feet tall. I weigh 175lbs. This gal is massive, could play in the WWE. I looked up at her as she walked away. Though, I didn't see her face, I knew for a fact that she had the meanest looking face ever. She had the driest hair I have ever seen. It looked nappy. Maybe I'll get her conditioners and a brush for Christmas. She had on the tightest clothing i had ever seen. On the back it said 'BADDIE TRISH'. The scariest thing i have ever seen on someone's body.

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Is 'meanest' even a word?

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I don't know.

Nonetheless, I looked back down at my shoes and continued walking blind. Eventually, I made it inside. I moved by the security desk so that I wouldn't accidentally bump into anyone. I reach in my pocket and pull out my schedule.

312..? Third floor, 12th room.

I take a quick breath as I shove my paper back into my pocket and head for the first flight of stairs I see, and dart up them. I squeezed and glided through the people on the stairs. Some shouted swears to me, others Ignored. It didn't take long for me to get up the stairs but when I stopped at the top, I was completely drained. Out. Of. Breath. I wheezed and tried to catch my breath but still continued on my way to my first hour.

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"Alright, everyone sit down! Quit talkin' ! " The oval lady shouted over the group of children talking nonsense. Eventually, the blabbering died down. The oval woman began to speak.

"Okay, so as you know we have a new kiddo! Give him the Wurrby hello!"

What the hell is a 'wurrby hello' ?

 Well, I was soon to find out. The oval woman marched up to me, grabbed my wrists and forced my hands into the air.

"Wurby, Durby, this school is full of swirly boys and gals to just want to say, 'hello pal!' Hello mellow fellow, a shy and quiet jello! Everyone, say hellooooo~!"

The kids considered to be the 'losers' started singing. The kids who think they are worth something didn't even bother to share a glance.

This is all so stupid. Why didn't they keep me at home?

Once they were done with their little... Cultist chant or whatever, the oval woman dragged me to the front of the classroom. 

"Please, introduce yourself!!"

". . ."

" . . . Heyyy, you hear me?? "

" . . . " 

"C'monnnn!" Oval whined, shaking me a bit.

"Speak, boy!"

I take a deep breath before reaching into my pocket and pulling out a handwritten note card that goes something like this.

"My name is Ruth Marsh; I cannot verbally communicate for many reasons. Please take note of that and treat me with respect. By the way, the fact I cannot communicate does not mean I cannot understand. I have the same knowledge as all of you, maybe even more."

Oval oohh'ed, then read what was on the card out loud to others. Some let out hot breathed huffs, others snickered to their nothing friends. Oval instructed me to take a seat in which I did.

"Alright! Now, we are going to go ahead and refresh your memory on stuff you learned a while ago! Like the American Revolutionary War! Other stuff."

Hot breathed groans and the sound of lip smacking filled the room. 

How annoying can these kids get? I just want to go home.

As oval rambled about nothing important to me, someone tapped my shoulder. I side-eye the person who tapped me. Not in a rude way, i just side-eyed them.
It was a small girl, Soft brown wavy hair put up into a  high ponytail, pointy nose. She had long lashes, thin lips, green eyes. She wore a pale brown shirt with overalls colored a deep chestnut brown. I assumed she was deaf because she began to sign to me (ASL)

"Hello! My name is Gwen Huntley! It's nice to have a new person in class."

Now, since i cannot verbally communicate, my parents signed me up for sign language classes. So i understood her. Only reason I never used it is because i saw it as pointless, I didn't care for it.

I just give her a nod and a very faint smile. My reaction seemed to make her really happy. She started talking more, asking questions about my personality. I never gave her real answers, but a simple nod and smile seemed to be enough.
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I feel terrible for not being able to communicate with her the way she deserves.