As I gathered some clothes my phone buzzed. (I dont even know why I own a phone. I think my parents forgot that I was mute when they got it.) I peeked at my phone that was on my dresser. "Message from: Lucas." I stared at the phone for 2 seconds then picked it up, reading the text that was sent 'seconds ago'.
"Hannahh first day of 9th grade! ARE YOU FREAKING HAPPY BECAUSE I AM FREAKING HAPPY" I groaned at my best friends grammar.
I replied, "Lucas, please, (I AM REALLY BEGGING YOU HERE) USE PROPER GRAMMAR OR YOU SHALL DIE IN FREAKING HELL FIRE. Also, you should know, I am never EVER happy." The next message was instantaneous like he knew what I was gonna say.
"Yeah, yeah... My grammar and your depression. Magically tied. OHHH BTW! (hehe slang4u) I am gonna meet you at the bus stop. NO IF, ANDS, OR BUTS!" I squinted at the message for what felt like hours. I finally sighed and finished putting on my clothes.
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Teen Fiction"Mrs. Lockhum.. Your daughter is a mute..." I looked towards my mother, Her face was contorted with sadness, anger or stress. I couldn't tell. "Cant you do... ANYTHING?" My mother replied, her lower lip quivering. The doctor shook her head. "Im sorr...
