She jolts out of her daydream as her teacher raps on her desk with a ruler, he is asking her why she is not on page 394.
The girl does not respond.
Is she mute?
Wavy blonde hair is detangled as the girls teacher blows out a shallow breath. He turns and walks back to his desk before resuming the lesson like there was no disruption.
How did this girl make it?
How is she still here?
He wonders sadly. She has never said a word since transferring earlier in the second quarter of her Junior year, and he wants her to crack.
He wants her to break.
He wants her to flip her desk.
To punch the whispers surrounding her silent body.
He wants her to write, to communicate. With someone, anyone.
The teacher knows she's holding something back, and he will not stop until he knows what it is.
YOU ARE READING
Silent
RandomHer parents are dead, and now she doesn't speak. He wants to push her, but how far, and why?
