【Silent Murder】
{● An Original Story By BamBam＿Brownies ●}
【 Chapter One 】
Dear Teacher,
Please excuse Maybre Jones from speaking in class today, and in the future, please only ask her yes or no questions she can nod or shake her head at. Due to certain psychological issues Maybre hasn't spoken in over six years. We are working to help her condition, but until she's comfortable speaking again, please refrain from pressuring her.
Sincerest Thanks,
Dr. Kristen Johnelees
Maybre Jones anxiously re-read the crumpled sheet of paper clutched in her hands. She wondered why her therapist, Dr. Kristen, had to say she had 'psychological issues'. It made her sound like she was certifiably insane, not and ordinary teenager who just didn't talk.
"Maybre?"
Maybre looked up when she heard her name into the face of her new school secretary. The woman had a sweet, doughy face, with twinkly eyes, and shoulder length auburn hair. She wore an apple green knitted sweater and khakis and reminded Maybre of a movie-mother from the warm, fuzzy flashbacks experienced only on the big-screen.
"Come on back, the principal is ready for you" the secretary told Maybre. She motioned towards the partially opened door behind her with a plaque that read 'Mr. Stevenson'. Maybre assumed that was her principal.
Maybre nodded shakily and scooped up her sky blue backpack with trembling hands. She stumbled into her new principal's office to discuss said psychological issues. Maybre wondered if her principal realized her psychological issues were what permitted her from talking about them. As she walked, Maybre folded the notes Dr. Kristen had made for her teachers, running her thumb along the well-worn creases before tucking the square into the pocket of her jeans. In an effort to blend into the uber-stylish outfit adorning the uber-rich student body she saw on the brochure, Maybre specially chose skinny dark jeans, and off-shoulder gray sweater, and little black ankle boots to wear. Instead of it's usual ponytail, her hair, the color of brownie-batter hung loose, and she had even dabbed on a bit of lip gloss and mascara. It was Maybre's goal to just blend in with everyone.
"Go ahead, right in there" the kind secretary told Maybre, nudging her gently towards the open door. She pointed a thin finger at a small leather chair in Mr. Stevenson's' office and smiled a plum-colored grin at Maybre. Maybre grinned back. She'd need all the kindness she could get today.
Determined to make a good first impression, Maybre threw back her shoulders and straightened her back. She imitated the walk she'd seen a beautiful redhead strut on America's Next Top Model. On her first step, she stumbled on the slightly-risen threshold at the door and nearly launched herself face-first on the freshly waxed hardwood floor. Maybre wondered if her principal rose the threshold on purpose, to trip already mortified new students.
A small chuckle arose from the desk in the center of the room as Maybre righted herself on a nearby file cabinet.
Maybre flushed, but didn't offer any sounds of apology. She ducked her head, allowing her glossy hair to provide a curtain for her flaming cheeks as she shuffled over to the chair. Her boot heels left black scuffs on the blonde floor, but Maybre pretended she didn't notice them by running her hands along the length of the arm rests.
"Good morning Maybre, I'm your new principal, Mr. Stevenson" the man sitting behind the desk. On his crowded, messy desk was a ceramic mug full of tweed-patterned pencils. It was then Maybre realized his speech was probably scripted, polished up to impress all new students. Maybre decided she hated tweed. "Here, your comfort and happiness is our priority."
