Out Loud

Four

-Grayson-

Miranda and I blasted the radio and belted out one of Jamie Fisher's new songs. Well, she belted them out at least. Jamie Fisher was another one of our friends, another member of our unorthodox little crew. When he was fifteen he started a YouTube channel on a whim and now he's the most popular guy in school, in fact, he could rival Miranda. 

Like every YouTuber nowadays, Jamie started putting out his own music. The only difference from the other songs was that it was actually good. His music kinda sounded like something Beyoncé would put out, it's nowhere near as good as that though. Jamie is YouTube level good, not Beyoncé level good. 

Miranda and I pulled in front our school and sat for a minute. 

"Wanna use my parking pass? I have it in my purse, " she said as she dug through her bag.  "Sure," my phone responded. I've kinda become a pro at typing at lighting speed. 

Miranda hung her parking pass from my mirror and we pulled into the lower lot. Seems like the only thing Miranda didn't have was a good parking spot, the lower lot at our school sucked. It was nearly impossible to get out of after school, you're extremely likely to either get cut off by some jerk or an endless stream of buses. I parked my car and placed my keys in my pocket, Miranda got out and walked around the front of the car to hand me my bag. 

Together we walked up the sidewalk of the dreaded lower parking lot and into our most favorite place on Earth. Wellington High School. Home of the wild cats. From the outside everything looked like a beautiful, fancy, safe, amazing high school, but when you get into the nitty gritty it's like any other high school. Everyone has a clique, and if you aren't in the right one then you're screwed for eternity. Or at the very least, all of your high school career. 

Miranda and Jamie and I weren't even popular when we showed up here. Like any other freshmen, we were young and naive and easily impressionable. If you talk to anyone else they'll tell you that they regret leaving their middle school friends and they wish they had kept listening to their emo music and kept writing their depressing poems and all of the things we did as 8th graders. The three of us don't regret that however, we left our emo middle school friends behind us in a heartbeat. Now, there's nothing wrong with being emo at all, we just never went through the phase. And I've always said that Miranda is a "woman of opportunity", she saw a chance to get in good with upperclassmen and I followed right along with her. I think not being to speak helped my case, Jamie's big mouth got him into trouble all the time, and Miranda has always been hot so no one cares what comes out of her mouth. 

"You're my ride home today so I'll meet you in the commons after school," Miranda said to me with a smile. 

I nodded to her and started off down the opposite hallway, it sucked that most of our classes were across the school from each other. I usually walked alone in the halls, which suited me just fine given the fact I can't have a real conversation with anyone. I probably should be bothered by my muteness, I probably should feel embarrassed or ashamed or something, but I don't. I feel nothing and it's kinda of amazing. 

I was surprised when I was the first one to show up to class. Usually the Computer Geeks beat me here, but there's a first time for everything. I scoped out the room and claimed seats near the back of the class for Jamie and I, this was one of the few classes we had together. Of course, he showed up just before the tardy bell rang. 

"Sorry I'm late," he whispered as he slid into the seat next to me, "hope she hasn't started talking about anything important."  I didn't hear a thing that he had said, I was too focused on the equations Mrs. Gullet was writing on the board. I know, what an unfortunate last name. She's not even a hen, quite the opposite really, she's a coyote. Jamie always complains to me that A.P. Stats is the hardest class, but if you wanna talk about hard then you should try a period of A.P. Bio or A.P. Calc. The people who go into those classrooms barely escape with their lives. 

My day went on as usual, start the morning with Stats, move on to A.P. Lit, from there go to A.P. Gov, then I get lunch, go down to P.E., and then I go home. Well, today I get to hang out until the end of the day because of Miranda. And yes, I finish my day after four periods. Technically I should have graduated by now, but I got cocky last year and tried to take A.P. Bio and Calc. I passed Bio but failed Calc, hence the reason I'm taking Stats this year. My senior year is going to be a pretty boring year, maybe I'll just fill it with electives. 

I spent the rest of the school day in the library for a two period long "study hall". I did manage to get most of my homework done so that's a plus, only downside was getting angry looks from the librarian whenever I went on my phone. Honestly, I've always been a school librarian's bestfriend, never stole a book, never had an overdue book, never talked during study hour. I've really been every teacher's bestfriend, I like to think it's because I'm an amazing student but deep down I know it's mainly because I don't talk during class. 

Miranda took her sweet time getting to the commons, and she of course showed up with her entourage behind her. I don't think Bel or Ashlie ever really liked me, they probably just pretended to because I was Miranda's bestfriend.

  "Uhg, I am so ready to go home!" Miranda laughed as she walked over to me. 

I smiled at her and watched as she tried to get rid of the other two. They were probably trying to make last minute plans to go to the mall or something dumb like that. I could tell Miranda was getting bored with them, and quickly too. 

"Fine, just text me the details," she said with a frustrated sigh. 

I silently chuckled and led the way out of the school and down to my car. 

"Not easy being a cult leader is it?" I typed into my phone.

"You have no. freakin. clue," Miranda giggled, "I'm starving, wanna stop by that good Mexican place on the way home?" 

"I'm feeling Italian," my phone replied. 

"That actually sounds so much better," Miranda said as she climbed into my car. 

My car roared to life with the simple turn of the key and then we fought our way into the endless stream of tired people wanting to get home. I took advantage of the opportunity to frantically sign to Miranda. 

"Text Mom we're going out," I signed to her. I must've done the gestures three times until she understood. 

Miranda and my mom are the only two people that I allow access my phone, besides myself of course. Some jerk might break into my phone and mess up my app, which is the only way I can really communicate with the world. Like seriously, who knows sign language anymore! 

I finally made it to the highway, and Miranda and I headed off in the direction of food. It didn't matter what kind.