Amelia

Breaking point

Amelia awoke the next morning, slipped on a pink hoodie and a pair of light-washed jeans. Amelia was a walking beauty, even in a hoodie and jeans she looked like the goddess she was to me. I swear, she could be a model if she wanted to be. Anyways, she's mine so you don't need to worry about how beautiful she is. She plopped herself onto the leather torn cushion of the bus, put one earbud in, and she just ignored the entire world. She loved music for that reason, it distracted her from all the screaming idiots, and it allowed her to just focus on the thoughts that went through her ever-thinking mind. She became so distracted, that she did not even reason the bus had pulled up to the highschool, and she was the last one to hop off the bus. She stopped at her locker and made her way to class.

    First period, Amelia had Mr.Edwin, a boring French teacher who only spoke in a series of cliches. Amelia had no problem with him, even though she frequently fell asleep in his class, there was only one problem. Mr.Edwin was absent for most of the classes throughout the year, leaving Amelia to deal with annoying substitutes. These substitutes were not aware of Amelia's condition of not speaking, so most of the times very bad things would happen. They would call her name during attention, and when she did not respond, they thought she was immature or rude. Even worse, sometimes the teachers would look at the seating chart and randomly call out Amelia's name leaving the class laughing their butts off. It was only on rare occasions that substitutes left Amelia alone. When Mr.Edwin wasn't in class, it never was a good day, and that day certainly was not a good one.

    The substitute walking into the classroom made Amelia want to hurl. She had no idea what horror she would be facing that period, and she definitely did not want to find out. She placed her hands, covered in her pink sweater, over her eyelids and hoped that the worst would not come. Unfortunately, the sound of the substitute sliding the attendance clipboard off the metal desk was a noise evident in the air. She began reading the names off the list and once she got to  Amelia, a dead silence was in the air. The class burst out in laughter, making Amelia want to burst out into a deep red fury full of tears and screams.

    "She doesn't talk! She's a freak!" A boy called out from the back of class, making the class burst out in even more laughter.

    Amelia couldn't handle it anymore, and one single tear came rolling down her cheek, hit the desk, and left a small stain on the French bellwork lying in front of her. This stain was as noticeable as a deep red lipstick stain on a Catholic girl's new white communion dress, yet only Amelia's eyes noticed it. She could not look at anything else, nothing else in that moment mattered more to her at all than this small stain that seemed to be a blinking neon roadsign in her eyes. For the rest of the class, not a soul dared to speak to her, and she sat staring at the tearmark on her paper, an obvious sign to her that she had finally broken. She could not believe that she let herself show even the smallest of signs of defeat in front of her enemies. The white noise of the classroom filled her ears as she stared at the tiny silver dot. She felt defeated, and when the bell finally rang, she flew out of her seat before anyone could even think of muttering the word "freak". All Amelia needed was a miracle, and she didn't know that she would find it in her very next period, her favorite one in fact, study hall.