You're Mute?

Chapter 3

"Planes or boats?" Jenna asked me.

Planes, I wrote. She agreed.

"Fruit or vegetables?" Fruit. "I could go either way, but what's your favorite fruit?" Grapes =). She smiled.

"Action or comedy?" Definitely action. "Same!"

"Water or pop?" Water. She looked at me like I was crazy. "You don't like pop?" I shook my head.

"How could you not like pop?! It's like un-American!" Jenna yelled at me.

Her boyfriend, Kyle, leaned over, "Be quiet Jenna. Whatever it is, it's not that big of a deal."

 "Not a big deal?!" she said with an even louder voice, "Kyle, you don't understand! She doesn't like pop!"

He looked over at me with the widest eyes I've ever seen, "How can you not like pop? It's like un-American!"

"That's what I said!" Jenna agreed.

I just don't... I wrote.

They looked flabbergasted. They kept opening up and closing their mouths, but no words would come out.

After a while, Jenna said, "I can't be friends with a person who doesn't like pop." And she turned around in her desk and watched the teacher.

Kyle leaned over to me and said, "She's just kidding."

I felt relieved. I didn't want to loose my newly acquired friend over something as little as not liking a carbonated drink.

The rest of the period went without Jenna talking to me, and then her glaring at Kyle when he would talk to me. But Kyle was right, and she acted like my friend again two periods later.

Soon school was finished and I found myself walking home after saying a few goodbyes. I felt happy about how my first day of school went and I hope that staying in this town won't be as bad as I thought.

Once I got home, I went into the kitchen and Jim told me that I would stay in my room the rest of the night, except for supper. I headed up the stairs to my room and started on homework.

My room was a decent size. The four walls were covered in a light tan and the carpets were pure white. My foster parents let me choose a bedspread to have and I was able to get some posters to hang on the wall of my favorite bands and movies. I have a brown desk on one wall with a bookshelf next to it and my bed on the opposite wall with a nightstand. On another wall there was a window and a door to my closet and opposite to that was a door to my personal bathroom. Overall, I was pretty happy with it.

I finished my homework and went downstairs for supper. I didn't talk, and they didn't mind. They just talked about their son, Jacob's, day at school.

I'm perfectly fine with not talking to them, it's not like they would care what I did in my day or that I made any friends.

After supper, I went back upstairs and just laid on my bed thinking until I fell asleep.