Silently

Chapter One- Freak

Chapter One

They all think I'm a freak. There are rumours upon rumours of why I don't speak, my favourite would have to be the one about how I got my tongue cut off, Stupid isn't it? From the almost one hundred rumours there are, no one has even gotten close to the actual reason, there all wrong, boy they are wrong.

I walk through the empty halls of school towards the library at 6:45am on a beautiful Monday morning, note the sarcasm. I open the library doors and the librarian Ms. Marco gives me a cheery smile, I force a small smile back. I make my way towards my usual seat in the corner and put my binder and pencil case down on the table. I sigh as I take out my homework that I never get time to do at home.

After an hour of struggling to do my homework I pack up my books and papers and head to my locker to drop off the few extra books that I won't be needing today. The hallways are starting to fill up, I keep my head down as I walk past the many people staring at me like the freak I am. I reach my locker and see the "popular" group standing a few lockers down. One of them said something which made the others look my way with evil grins on their faces. I turn my head and sigh, mentally preparing myself for more insults, as if I don't get enough.

"Hey freak," Jorden, one of the Jocks, said.

I ignored him and continued putting my books away.

"Hey freak I'm talking to you," he said again and slammed my locker shut causing me to jump.

"What cats got your tongue? Oh wait you don't have a tongue," He said making his friends burst into a round of laughter.

I kept my face blank and walked away towards my first class, art. Art is one of the only classes I actually like and the only class I'm good at. I walk down the hallway and stop outside room 26 and wait for the bell to ring so I can go in.

Five minutes later and the bell rang, I walked into the class room and took my seat on the left side at the front of the room. I sat there and stared at my hands while the rest of the students piled in. Ms. Aurther, my art teacher walked in and began explaining what we would be doing this lesson. When she had finished explaining I got up and gathered my materials, A3 paper, pencils and an eraser. I sat back down at my desk and began drawing. I drew my favourite place, the wildflower field in the woods behind my house. I go there whenever he's not home, I watch the sunset, read and sometimes paint or draw while I'm there. When he is home though it's hard to leave the house, I usually sneak out at night while he's passed out on the couch from having too much to drink. I like looking at the night sky away from all the light the street creates and away from the noises of our little town. I've never been caught and really hope I don't ever get caught, I can just imagine my punishment.

Towards the end of the lesson Ms. Aurther walked around the room to look at everyone's drawings, she stopped at my desk and said,

"That is very beautiful Hailey, you are a talented artist,"

I looked up at her and flashed a small smile, then she continued walking around the room. Ten minutes later the bell rang and I packed up my things and headed out the door and along the hallway towards my next class, History. History was the only other class I liked although I was not good at it. I took a seat in the second row and waited for the class to start.

Five minutes after the bell and the teacher still wasn't here, Mr. Welling is never late I thought to myself. Suddenly the door opened and Mr. Welling walked in with a student behind him, a new student. I lifted my head slightly to get a better look at him and my eyes widened at his appearance. He was good looking, very good looking, he had light brown hair and bright green eyes, he seemed like a friendly person but with his good looks he would end up with the populars. The teacher introduced him as Sam and told him to take a seat. Sam's eyes scanned the room and landed on the spare seat next to me. He walked over and sat down, out of the corner of my eye I could see him looking at me then he spoke,

"Hi, I'm Sam," he said.

I turned my head and just looked at him for a few seconds before turning back to look at my hands. He continued to look at me with a confused expression on his face. A girl behind him spoke and said,

"There's no point in talking to her she doesn't speak, what a freak,"

Sam looked shocked at what she said and turned back to the front of the room and mumbled something that sounded like, "She's not a freak," I furrowed my eyebrows together in confusion and continued with my work.

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Hello everyone!

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I already have a few more written and i'm hoping to post at least once a week so stay tuned for that.

If you have any questions feel free to ask, weather its about the book or myself.

- Georgia