Creep

Chapter Ten

Then the smartest thing to say is to tell myself not to say a thing. Yeah I gotta keep quiet quiet don't let it all come undone.'Cause if I dare open my mouth, it'll just be to bite my tongue.~Relient K

It was fifth period English back in Rosedale High School, my favorite class of the day. I liked it for one of three reasons 1.) reading, 2.) writing, and 3.) Miriam was in my class, (we shared a desk)

Today we were re-learning the well-known Shakespearean play Romeo and Juliet. Ms. Robin said that by reading through this again, we'll realize things that we did not before when we read it a couple years ago.

Miriam and I walked into class a bit early and took our seats. Ms. Robin walked over to us and asked, "How are you two doing today?" with a big smile. I'm guessing that she liked us, but was also trying to get us to speak because we were known to be pretty quiet.
We both just sat and smiled, as if to say "good".

"That's good."

Other students began to enter the classroom; Finley Thomas and her two boy posy. The boys walked by us and muttered, "Sup silent freaks!"

"Hey Hen," Finley said to me deviously, slamming her palms onto our desk, and stomping her combat boots on the floor, "saw you weren't at school yesterday, having a little too much fun with your doctor?"

The boys laughed, as the other girl who had just entered the class watched with anger.

"Alright, that's enough! Take your seats, and leave Henderson alone! What has he ever done to you? Huh?" Shouted the girl, who seems like she'd be quiet at first, but is actually very brusque.

I sank down in my seat. Although, I felt a sense of relief from Ingrid's standing up for me, I was still pretty tense.

"Don't worry about it, Hen." Miriam convinced.

So I didn't.

"Today, we are going to be getting into groups of three and discussing with our partners who we think are responsible for the death of Romeo and Juliet. Extra credit to those who can remember their answers from freshman year and compare them to their new assumptions." Stated Ms. Robin.

"You guys need an extra member?" Asked Ingrid as she made her way toward Miriam and I again. We both nodded, and she took a chair from a nearby desk and sat it next to me.

"You guys are the only two kids in this class of thirty I haven't talked to yet, so I figured I should come over and properly meet you. What are your interests? What do you guys do for fun?"

"I enjoy sewing when I have free time. Like taking old clothes and making them new, stuff of that sort." Miriam replied, showing Ingrid the new bag she had made herself out of old floral cloth.

"That's neat! I wish I had the patience and talent to do that. How about you Henderson? Anything you like to do?" Posed Ingrid.

Yes, of course there were things that I liked to do. Like I had mentioned earlier I liked to read and write. I also take pleasure in listening to music and hanging with my friends.

I shrugged.

"So you sit around and do nothing?" She chuckled.

I shook my head.

She then lent over toward Miriam and murmured in all seriousness, "Is he mute?"

"Not quite," Miriam laughed, "Just not much of a talker."

"Oh, I see. Well, if it's because you're scared I'll make fun of you or whatever, don't be. I'm a pretty kooky girl myself." She smiled, her colorful hair in pig tails and skirt with converse not giving that away at all.