Chapter 2: projects

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Chapter 2: projects

Alexandra's pov:

An annoying screech fills my ears as I grunt in annoyance. Scrunching up my nose and slowly opening my eyes, I slam my hand down onto the alarm clock and yawn silently.

Sighing in aggravation, I lazily get up and drag myself to the bathroom down the hall.

With me is a towel and an outfit for the day. Today I decided on taking another shower. After a chilling shower I run at top speeds in my robe to my bedroom to get dressed.

For my day I chose to wear an oversized black sweater with the words, "I don't sweat I sparkle," printed fully on the front.

I let my jet black hair cascade down to my back again. It's wavy and natural curls make me happy because I've always liked my hair the way it is.

Pure white skinny jeans and black vans completed my look. Grabbing my polka dot black and white backpack with sequins, I scurry to the hall.

I slow my steps not to arouse my father from his slumber. I mentally cheer as his snores filled the air. It is hard not to wince out loud because of how sore my leg is. All I know is I have to hide my limp to avoid any questions I can't answer.

Starting the walk down the road, I look at the barren lawns. All the grass has shriveled and died, turning into a pale yellow.

The cold wind blows around me as I shiver, the fall weather has begun. The trees were once lush and overgrown with green leaves, have now been gripped by the cold as some of the leaves have shriveled and died, fallen to the cold ground.

Once at school I realize the time is early so I get to hang around the schoolyard. I sigh happily and sit under a little willow tree beside the school entrance.

Pulling out a novel, I get engrossed into it until the loud ring of the bell signals me from my book. Huffing, I reluctantly get up and walk.

It's the early bell, so I don't really have anything to do for about 10 minutes or so. I just stand by my locker, but there are bullying incidents that happen during this time.

Haley walks down the hall with her closest friends all walk down the hall, causing a scene. Everyone's eyes widen as they pass and you can hear the greetings and complements swarming in the air wherever they went. To everyone else, they are the sweet, social butterflies. But to me, they are hateful souls who make fun of me being mute. They don't even know me.

"Hey mute!" Exclaims Haley as her friends snicker behind her. Haley is that beautiful blonde that half of my school drools over. She has those bright blue eyes and perfect shape. She has those chubby cheeks that are not considered fat, but cute and exposing her dimples more. (http://s4.favim.com/orig/50/ashley-benson-beautiful-blonde-girl-gorgeous-Favim.com-456885.jpg)

For Haley's attire, it consists of pale blue high waisted jean shorts and a pink crop top. White sunglasses with gold glass lazily lay on her head. Her hairs just tossed to the side, her having made no effort but having perfect hair. Peach lipstick stained her lips and beautiful light black an white shimmer eye shadow caked her eye lids. The final touch was her white vans, the only school appropriate piece of clothing on her body. (http://www.polyvore.com/haley/set?id=118896222) I know, it's totally a stereotypical moment at this point.

"Gonna stand up for yourself loser?" She sneers and pushes me to the locker as her friends stare intently at us.

I shake my head in reply, causing her to flip out. "Little mute! Just open your little trap!" She screeches. To be completely honest, I knew she only wanted me to talk so I'd get something I said put against me.

I sigh because no matter how hard she tries, I'm not going to talk to her. She gives me an angry glare as I stand my ground. A loud noise of her hand impacted into my cheek reverberated through the halls. Stumbling slightly, I hold onto my cheek as I stare wide eyed at her.

She laughs a high pitched, obnoxious laugh as I cringe. Her friends follow her in silence as she walks away from me. Holding my bruised cheek, I quietly retreat to class.

When I got into the room, only a small fraction of the class has gotten here so I quietly sat by the back, Near the window. The scenery always calms me. The green grass on the outside shown with few of the morning slowly drying off. The sun shown brightly, making me squint my sensitive eyes. Looking in my phones face cam, I see a mark on my cheek tinted just a tad darker in a deep blue almost purple color.

I remember to push my wavy hair to cover my cheek, so no one would notice the bruise.

"Hello class!" I hear a loud and high voice of Mrs. Garcia. She has a warm heart and totally got why I am mute. I smile to her as her voice aroused me from my thoughts, and I look to see that the rest of the class is already here.

"So class, today is project day!" She singsongs. She loves projects. The more creative, the better. "You will each be assigned a partner! Remember last time I let you pick?" She mutters the last part as we nod slowly. I wonder who will have to deal with the mute girl.

"Okay look at the board and no complaining! You only have today for in class working on it so I suggest either you work during lunch or after school." She states as she hands out papers explaining the work. I grunt quietly in annoyance. I'll have to work non-stop to finish today. Even thought this paper she handed us explaining the project looks like it'll take a week.

I look at the board and to my dismay I got the most popular boy in the school, Ryan. Yeah I've never talked or even had him talk to me so I am nervous on his character.

Ryan is the jock of the school. He has deep brown hair and bright blue eyes. He is muscular and tan, and that is why half the girl population of the school drools over him. I am not that half.

To my surprise, I don't hear him protest or grunt in annoyance as he takes a seat next to me. He sighs thoughtfully and flips the book to the part that would help us. We have to research all this information on the science chapter of our choice. Ryan chose the chapter and I went to the front desk to receive the poster we would have to plaster all this information on.

I smile inwardly at the peace which I usually never experience with the populars of the school. Half of them are stuck up and rude, and the other half was warned about being friends with the losers by my friends.

"Hey sorry for asking but, why don't you talk?" Ryan interrupts my thoughts as I angle my head and face him. I gave him the I'm-not-talking look. He chuckles quietly.

"Please. At least write down something," he questions as he slides his composition notebook to me. I glare at it for a minute before timidly picking it up and writing.

I wrote: "well my life's not what you'd call normal. I don't want to talk and no one really accepts it. I just don't like school."

He nods as he reads it and hands it back. When I look, his handwriting is filled below mine.

He wrote: "I'll accept it. I used to be mute in middle school. But last year before coming to this school as a freshman, I decided to show them the real me and not back down. I understand you"

A felt my lips curve slightly upwards at reading this. Maybe it can get better for me. He is walking proof of it. The bell rings, signaling second hour. I stuff the note in my bag and get up, not in as bad of a mood as before. All I know is science is now my favorite class.

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