"Do you have your homework with you?" She asked.
I did. I just really didn't want to answer her question. I just kind of shook my head.
"Well shame," she wrote something down. "Please see me after class, dear."
"Ooooooh!" People cooed.
I sat back down and pulled a pencil out of my bag. Turning it around, I scrubbed off all the pencil markings with the eraser as class continued.
After 30 minutes, the bell rang. I pulled my sleeves over my palms and grabbed my math textbook and homework.
I walked to the front of the room, by the teacher's desk. When everyone was out of the room, she looked at me.
"What's this?" She asked, grabbing the homework out of my hand. "Kristen.. You did have your homework. Why didn't you tell me?"
I stared at the floor. She sighed.
"Just go to your next class. Don't be late."
The rest of the day went by pretty fast. I wasn't called on in class again and I ignored everyone in the halls.
I didn't feel like riding the bus again. Even though we really don't have a choice, I grabbed my bag from my locker and headed out the school doors, try not to be noticed by any teachers.
I knew my way around. I just wasn't allowed out much. I started down the sidewalk. Dad wouldn't be home for another 3 hours. So I had time to myself for homework and what not.
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Mute
RandomKristen (preferably Kris) is mute. She has said one word to anyone in 4 years. Ever since her mum died, her dad started drinking again and has become very abusive. She meets a friend in the starting school year. Will she talk again? What else could...
