Keep Quiet

Chapter 3

*SaraBeth's POV*

The band had to be separated.

Apparently, if all of us were togther we'd cause a disturbance. So Eric went off to be a teacher's assistant. Chris went to math. I felt bad for the sucker. Chris was not very bright when it came to that subject. Ricky went to Modern Theatre Studies. And I went to English.

I hated school so far. I hated the stares. The picture taking. The whispers. And I hated to be nervous. Which is what I was. Nervous. Completely and utterly scared to death that I'd screw up and it'd be on the news about how "SaraBeth Has A Stuttering Problem!" But I'd already screwed up. I decided to look at the boy with the bluest eyes.

When he turned to look at me I felt myself falling into them. In fact, I felt my nerves calm a bit. Those blue eyes were and sweet. Being lost in those eyes cost me actually listening to the teacher. I turned back to the teacher and all I knew was that his name began with a "W".

"So, Mr. W, where do I sit?"I asked between gritted teeth. The nerves were back.

"Oh, yes, sit by Aiden. He's kinda new to this school, too. Just moved in 2 months ago."He said. I didn't ask for that info, I thought but I didn't say anything back. Intead I turned to the class and Mr. Blue Eyes raised his hand faintly. I looked to the empty seat besides him. Smiling tightly, I went to the seat and sat.

All eyes were on me and I nervously thought of possible lyrics to a song, that always worked out better. The teacher cleared his throat and all the attention snapped to him. It was definately better than being stared at.

"Today class, we will be continuing where we left off. Aiden, please share with SaraBeth until we can get her a book."

I heard Aiden grumble something under his breathe and then he scooted his chair and desk until mine was touching his. I noticed how Aiden didn't let our bodies touch. Did he not like me? He didn't even know me, though. Did he think I was going to be a snob? I admit some stars are but "Why We Were Cowards" is a band where we put our souls into every song, every verse, every word, every letter, and every note.

Argh! Why do I even care? As everything was going on I hadn't realized I'd been called on to read. When I did I panicked and I remebered one important fact about myself.

I'm dyslexic. And nobody out of my family and band knew. It was the reason for me being homeschooled. I blinked at the page and the letters scrambled like alphabet soup.

"Uh,"I began trying to decipher the first word,"That, no, the..."It went on like this painfully slow. When I finished with a paragraph the teacher stopped me and everyone was looking at me like I was a freak. I felt my defensive wall slid up. Being dyslexic doesn't make me a freak! I can't read, so what?

Then Aiden did something that was helpful,"Your dyslexic." Not. It was obvious, why state it? I noticed his stricken face and wondered what was wrong. Confused, I didn't chew his head off. I meerly nodded. And everyone whipped out their phones and began to text at rapid speed. My eyes widden. WTF?

These teens were like ninja's with their phones. I could now see the front page of magazines and the newspapers clearly in my mind.

"SaraBeth of 'Why We Were Cowards' is Dyslexic?!"

Like any good starlet faced with a problem, I fainted.

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(A/N: As promised from chapter 2:

Now BAM THIS IS A SNEEK PEEK OF A FUTURE AIDEN MOMENT.)

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*Aiden's POV*

I heard her soft murmurs as she told me what I've always wanted to hear. It was the wrong person, though. The one I really wanted to hear it from had long brown hair and precious warm brown eyes.

I pulled away from Amber (A/N: you'll meet her laters >:D) and shook my head. I couldn't face her. She was giving me what I've always wanted and yet I didn't want it. Everytime I heard a laugh I imagined her's. Her voice in my head. Her beautiful gorgeous singing voice. But I had lost her forever.

"Amber,"I said softly,"I can't feel the same way."

She scoffed,"Can't?"Her blue eye's flashed.

"I'm in love with Sara...,"I said slowly as if to get her to understand. Amber slapped me. I swallowed down a yelp. I felt my parent's rage in those hands. Oh no... Not again.

And I fell again into the memory of when my brother was still alive and their hate was only on him. It hurt to know someone that you loved was hurting... And I couldn't help but recall the day he committed suicide.

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A/N:I really hope I didn't give away too many secrets. But then again, I didn't give away the important ones.