Silence [ON HOLD]

Meeting Someone Like You

As I walked in, I felt eyes on me. So I did what I always do, I glared with them with my turquoise-colored eyes. I still heard Violet behind me, talking shit about me, to her so-called friends.

"I think the reason she's mute is because of the way she dresses. Ugly! Anyone would be ashamed of that." I could hear Violet's voice.

"She's such a weirdo. Who the hell plays with fire?We've got a junior arsenal on our hands." They snicker at one of the minions' jokes.

"Yeah! I wish one day she and her crappy drawings would burn so we could dump her ashes in a dump. Who does she think she is? " Another one added on. The insults didn't even make sense. Arsenal is a football team.

Luckily, I don't have any classes with her today, so no dealing with this asshole. As the other kids started disappearing into their homerooms, I noticed a kid walking around in circles, staring at each and every locker. Eventually, I got bored of following New Kid. He probably passed his locker the 9 times I saw him circle this school. I quickly walked up to him and snatched his schedule out of his hand.

"Hey!" Newbie struggled to get his schedule back, but it was really a breeze to keep it away from him. I was able to catch a glance of the locker number. 288. SHIT! Newbie's locker is right next to mine. Now, I'll see him all the bloody time. As soon as I stopped keeping the schedule away from New Kid, he grabbed it away, yet also took notice of my silence. This silence was not from my muteness, but also from the fact he didn't care I didn't make some kind of sneer remark.

"Hey." He said again. "You okay?" Silence meet him. "You don't talk much do you?" I shook my head at him.

"Wait... you do still talk, right?" He almost seemed... worried.

I don't like it. I don't like it at ALL.

I searched the pockets of my black skinny jeans and black paint-splattered hoodie. I was able to find a crumpled piece of paper and grabbed a pencil from my bag. I started to write:

No. But, hey on another note, what's your name?

He raised an eyebrow once he took the paper and read it.

"You can still see?" I nodded. "You really want to know my name? I could be a dangerous student bomber." While he said this, he smirked. I took back the paper and wrote,

You're 17, I think. You won't be that careless.

"Miles" he told me. He was still smiling, and it was seriously becoming creepy. He then nodded towards me.

Riley

"Well, Riley. I'm sure we shall become great friends."
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A/N: Yo! I told and you receive, more recent updates. This chapter's reference is a song- Someone Like You by Adele.

Keep dreaming that I will,
xFaithx