Silenced

|OLIVIA|

I wake up for the highly annoying Mrs. kilter's 8:00 am class for grad school. "Ughhhhh! wish that the law for mandatory grad school hadn't been passed 6 years ago," then I remember Felix, my family's highly loved dog won't respond to me. One time, I remember, in high school, I read that there used to be other dogs than golden doodles. I don't even get there name. Is there such thing as a silver doodle? Or a white doodle? Or a black doodle? Well there are all the colors, so I guess that's it. But I've only ever seen golden doodles. There was also something about an old English words allergy and that's why we only have golden doodles now. "Oh my gosh #7 stop geeking out!" I can hear Noramality #876 screaming in my hear.

       I'm glad I have such good friends like her telling me when I could possibly be judged. Ugh I hate that word. It sounds as sinful as it is. I remember when I had my voice taken away for the first time when I was 5 because it was two buns in hair Tuesday, and one of mine fell out. The kids laughed at me and pointed, my mom told me I was a disgrace and sent me to the lab. I remember the nice lady there just put me in the cold, dark machine and my bun was quickly fixed. But when I came out, I couldn't talk. I felt like I was a 3rd person narrator just watching my life as a story from outside the world. Now I'm used to the feeling of being silenced. Oops! I mean silent. My sister and brother always yell at me for getting the permanent, horrible, repulsive word mixed up with the weekly punishment. As I get dressed into Monday's clothes I think of that nice lady's smile the first time I was silent.