Words Are Stronger Then Voices

Chapter 2: Judgement

Day 1

  I felt eyes of the audience glaring into me. Was it attention, or judgement. Like knives their eyes dug into my pale skin.

  No. I don't care what you think of me. No. I won't take it.

  I smiled wide and wrote what was on my mind on a flashcard. I handed it to 'my voice' as the club called it. What was his name? Jacob? James. That's it.

  He gave a look and rolled his eyes. He tapped the mans shoulder, and got the microphone. You can do this James. Don't make me look bad.

  I see your judgy eyes, I see your glares.
  I may be mute but I sure aren't blind.
  You think these words come from a book? Nah, they come from the mind.
  And you can find what's inside
For my thoughts oh they glide.

  So don't judge me. Don't hate.
  For its me you should appreciate.

  They seemed stunned. Flabbergasted. Their wide eyes piercing into my pale skin. Even the 'James' guys seemed grasped out of his personality.

  But I stood confident. Soaring like a kite, a plane, a fierce dragon. I left the stage with my chest high and my mouth dry.