You're The Reason That I Speak.

Everyone Is Brave.

I didn't notice when the rest of the class walked in, I didn't notice when someone sat down on the table next to me, I didn't notice when someone had sat down on the chair next to me, I didn't notice that my doodles had turned in to drawings of my thoughts, I didn't notice anything that was going on around me.

That was until my notebook was ripped away from in front of me, it was only then that I noticed I wasn't alone anymore. The noise of my book hitting the floor made me sigh and close my eyes out of anticipation but more frustration than anything else. I opened my eyes and then looked up slightly, moving my head as little as possible. I was slightly disappointed at the fact that someone hadn't used Accio to move my book, but there was in fact a person stood in front of me. Even more disappointment washed over me when I saw who the person was, it was the same person from the tutor room, the same person from the corridor. I couldn't even think what his name was, I couldn't care less about that right now, and I wanted to know why my book was now on the floor because that was just rude, but also where Scott had gone, what he had said to him or maybe what he had done to him?

I met his eyes and gave him the best glare that I could muster, his smirk made me want to vault the table right there and smash his head against the window until he bled, but I couldn't, mainly because I am way too weak to be able to do that, I was too much of a coward to do that, and anyway it was my first day, why get in to trouble on my first day? I didn't break eye contact, and neither did he, he stood there just staring at me, I just sat staring up at him. After just staring at each other for a few minutes I noticed that the smirk on his face wasn't as big now, his eyes quickly glanced down to my hands, my eyes stayed looking at his once he looked up, it was my time to smirk slightly now, I pulled the best evil smirk I could and looked in to his eyes even more, I put on my best sarcastic voice and began to speak,

"Oh whatever is the matter? Are you not so talkative now? Huh, that's a shame because you know to me you seemed like you were a very lovely and respectable person, you know with all of the insults. The fear that you make others feel really makes me want to become friends with you, I might even go as far as putting it on to my bucket list, along with reading the twilight books. It's what I truly aspire to achieve." his smirk faltered even more once I had finished speaking and now with more meaning and more hatred I squinted my eyes slightly and glared at him. I didn't break the stare that I had with him. He was the first one to move, he sidestepped away from in front of me so that he was once again in the walkway between the tables I kept my eyes on him as went to the free table that was diagonally in front of me, I glanced around the room and noticed that the other kids in the class were watching what had just happened, I raised my eyebrows at them and they quickly turned away and began speaking in hushed voiced to each other.

I sighed and began to stand to get my book when it was placed on the table in front of me, I looked up, the person that was in front of me had just turned back around again, they were wearing a black hoodie, their hood was up also, they were leaning away from the person that was sat down next to them, I cleared my throat and began to lean forwards so that I could tap them on the shoulder to thank them. Just as I was about to reach their shoulder, I felt a hand on my arm, I turned my head and faced them, I came face to face with the person that was sat down next to me, I furrowed my eye brows and began to shake his head at me. Just as I was going to ask why he didn't want me to speak to them, but the teacher came in to the class before I was able to. It was just like the first day at the house when I was stopped before speaking to Scott, why don't people want me to talk to anyone? The teacher slammed a pile of paper down on to his desk at the front of the room, making me jump slightly, I have a feeling this wasn't going to be a fun lesson. He cleared his throat and began to address the class.

"Right welcome back and all that stuff, we are going to get right in to it so, coming around now is a piece of paper, I want each of you to write your name down on this piece of paper along with one thing that you know about this subject" he turned around looking through some of the paper on his desk he continued speaking as he did so "it can be anything from one of the ten commandments or a line from a different religious book or subject, it can be anything to do with religion, I should say that anything you write down I will be reading to get a sense who you are. Okay is that clear? Then let's start" he put a piece of paper on the table by the door, I watched as the two people on the desk each wrote something down, they passed the paper behind them and they did the same thing, passing it behind them. As it got to the end of the row it was passed to the side, the next table passed the paper forward.