The Words I Never Said [editing]

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Mr. Lowe always tries to involve Danielle in class. He hands her a large whiteboard and a dry erase marker, so when he calls on her, she can share her ideas. Danielle didn't necessarily like that method, but she did agree that it made her be more involved.

Danielle enters the class and sits down at a table with 3 other seats. No one actually sits there, so she puts her backpack and binder on the other side of the table, putting up a barrier from the rest of the class. Danielle gets up and grabs the white board and dry erase marker that Mr. Lowe stores in a cabinet near his desk.

Mr. Lowe then enters the class and quickly starts teaching.

"Okay class, today we'll be talking about value. Can anyone tell me what value means?" He looks around the room; no one raises their hand. "Dani?"

She scribbles down her answer, then turns around her board.

The other students ignore her, but Mr. Lowe reads her answer and explains it to the class.

"Correct," he says, "value is the relative lightness or darkness of a color, or shading.

We will be doing some work in class with these elements and you'll be graded on the quality and effort you put into your work."

Then there's a knock on the door. "Sorry I'm late. Hopefully I didn't interrupt anything important," a mysterious boy says, walking into the classroom. His cheeks hold a pink hue, making his appearance almost kid like.

"No, no it's fine. We were just talking about value, Mr..." Mr. Lowe says, waiting for the boy to reply with his name.

"Jonas Parker," Jonas states.

"Okay, Mr. Parker um... Let me find a place for you to sit," Mr. Lowe says.

Danielle's smile disappears. Please don't sit him beside me. Plese don't sit him beside me, Danielle thinks.

Mr. Lowe looks around the room, locking his eyes on the seat next to Danielle. He looks at her with a smirk, but Danielle just glares.

"You're welcome to sit anywhere you like," Mr. Lowe takes a long pause, "at Danielle's table."

Shit, Danielle thinks.

The boy walks over to her table, his stride full of confidance. Danielle hurries to move her stuff out of the way, practically throwing her bag onto the floor.

Jonas picks the seat that's directly in front of her. He puts his stuff down and looks directly at Danielle. He tries to soak in every detail of her. Her blonde hair, dark grey eyes, and her attire- a dark sweater, black leggings, and black army-like boots.

"Okay class, take out a pencil and a piece of notebook paper," Mr. Lowe says, "since we have a new student, we're going to write something about ourselves and share it with our desk buddies. The only guideline is that it has to be something art related."

Danielle takes out a piece of paper and a pencil. Jonas digs through his backpack looking for the supplies, but he fails. The only thing he finds is a pencil.

"Do you have a piece of paper I could use?" he whispers to Danielle.

She nods her head and takes out a piece from her binder. She hands it to him; he takes it.

A few minutes pass, and "Time is up. Share," Mr. Lowe says.

Danielle passes her paper to Jonas.

The only thing I draw (that are decent) are random characters I create and album covers.

"What albums do yo-" Jonas tries asking.

"She doesn't talk Jonas," a girl at the table beside his interrupts, "she's mute."

"Oh, thank you, but I was trying to talk to Danielle before you interrupted me," he says to her.

She scoffs, turning back around to face her friends.

"I was going to say, what albums do you draw?" Jonas asks again.

Danielle thinks for a second then writes down her answer on the white board.

Anything interesting to me. Nothing to special, She writes.

"I'd like to see your work sometime, if that's okay," he says.

Danielle smiles, looking down at the table for a second, then nods.

"Okay class, now that you've shared, we going to go over the rules for the new student." Mr. Lowe walks over to a poster on a wall that says common rules that any teacher would tell their students to follow. When he finishes explaining, the bell rings.

Danielle and Jonas gather up their things. Danielle was about to grab the white board and marker and put them up, but Jonas intervenes. "Let me." He walks away, leaving Danielle to write a note to Jonas. She writes it on a little square sticky note, leaving it on his bag. Before Jonas can see her again, Danielle quickly scurries out of the door.

Thank you. I enjoyed talking with you. -Danielle, he reads.

Jonas folds the sticky note into a smaller square and sticks it inside his backpack.

First day and I'm acquaintances with a mysterious mute girl. Cool, Jonas thinks.

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edited. hope you enjoy.