Silent child

Chapter One: 'It'

 From the moment I stepped inside the school campus, she immediately grabbed my attention. She sat smiling, laughing, and chatting with herself. She would often sit by herself and refrain from engaging in conversations with others. Whenever someone asked her a question, she would write it on the board with neat and beautiful cursive handwriting. She did it silently, while everyone watched intently. She was often bullied by the popular kids and unfortunately, no one ever came to her defense.

 Although her name was known only to the teachers, the students referred to her as 'It' and the reason behind this nickname remains a mystery. Some individuals thought her name was embarrassing, hence why she opts to use a nickname to conceal it. She was commonly referred to as "It," which many found to be an unusual nickname. As she made her way through the school corridors, her countenance was both melancholic and stunningly beautiful, yet indicating a deep sense of distress. She couldn't even manage to crack a smile, despite her best efforts.

The person had dark brown hair that fell just below her knees, with strands that seemed to contain every possible shade. Their eyes were large and round, with a melancholy gaze lost in deep thought. Their skin was fair and speckled with freckles, and they had a delicate scent reminiscent of freshly-picked roses. Though they rarely smiled, when they did, it was a small and subtle expression that graced their face.

During the final day of Art Week, she immersed herself in a delightful conversation with her beloved green companions. Towering trees, leafy plants, fluttering birds, and squirrels passing by were all included. Every moment spent basking in their company was savoured, relishing the peaceful and serene ambience that enveloped her. The experience was truly a feast for the senses. It was a sight to behold.

To the surprise of everyone, one of our classmates turned out to be an amazing artist. During the art presentation in class, their hand shot up to volunteer at lightning speed. It's a surprise, it was an amazing artist when we had to present her art to the class Its hand shot up at the speed of light.

The opportunity to participate in an art competition as a volunteer under the name "It" it seemed to fill her with immense joy and anticipation. As soon as the news of her victory in first place reached her, an immense sense of joy and satisfaction flooded her, causing her face to light up with a broad and genuine smile. Following art week, she returned to her reserved and timid self. Although she was quiet and introverted, she remained as stunning as ever.

Whenever someone greeted her, she would respond with a gracious and warm smile, making her appear more approachable and friendly. Throughout her entirety of year 8, she felt incredibly fortunate to have had the opportunity to converse with another individual who wasn't a tree or plant or animal. It brought her a sense of comfort and relief by her body language to know that she could confide in someone who was genuinely human and trustworthy, Emie May. Emie was slightly more sociable than It but still, she hung by it every moment possible so she wasn't alone. Most of the time they were quite quiet besides when their together, they would laugh and sing and dance and spin until they fell so gracefully. I began to fall harder and harder for It every day goes by I think of her every day she's the only thing on my mind. It was the happiest I've seen.