"You fucking snitch! That's what you are! Nothing but a two faced bitch!"
Stephanie spat on me before she left, Charlotte hesitated to follow after her.
I laid on the ground with a hand holding my jaw in major pain.
But my face expression remained blank, the searing discomfort spreading all over my face and neck.
"Are you okay?"
No, I was never okay from the start. My disability of not being able to speak is such a burden.
Charlotte held out her hand for me and she helped me up from the floor.
I suddenly staggered back from having to get up to quickly and leaned my back against the lockers.
I remained silent, my breaths ragged as I continued to grab my stuff from my locker.
I shoved everything into my backpack and roughly zipped my backpack closed.
I swiftly hung it over my shoulders and left Charlotte there standing alone; clearly concerned and bewildered to why I couldn't respond back to her.
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Short StoryMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
