Chapter One
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The first day of school is always terrifying. No matter whom you are. So many new classes, new people, new teachers. Everything seems just to overwhelm you. The upperclass love to pick out those who seem week, they love to throw insulting gestures and words.
You can almost smell the fear as you walk through the halls. Some of the brave kids will try and defend themselves, saying a simple stop or laughing along to try and play down the embarrassment.
Yet for me it a whole different set of rules, i am completely unable to do anything to stop them.
I cant tell them to stop.
I cant laugh along with them.
Even if i tried, i would fail.
I just walk seemingly aimlessly through the halls hoping I'm not going the completely wrong direction.
People always stare at me. Those who have me in their classes whisper to friends, telling them the rumors are true. I'm silent. I'm incapable of speaking. Telling people the truth. I can hear their words as i pass by. For some reason people don't realize I'm not deaf. They think that only deaf people don't speak. Only stupid people cant communicate.
The teachers try and treat me the same way as the rest of the students but they always panic when they talk to me. They try and avoid questions that involve more than a yes or a no answer and i can see them stumble over their words when they manipulate the question to fit that scenario. Some are better then others, some can handle a different type of student, a student that requires a bit more attention. Others cannot. Yet no matter how many new school years i start there will always be that one teacher that just completely forgets.
And this year was no different.
I walked slowly into the last hour of the day. I had barely made it through the previous six hours of the day. Not a single person besides the teachers had spoken to me. The entire school was buzzing with crazy rumors of the 'new girl'.
I had gotten lost on my way to this class, is wasn't with the rest of the English rooms so when i wandered into the wrong class i needed a bit too much assistance from the teacher that spotted me. Reaching for the door knob i could feel my hand shake. The cool metal caused a shiver to run up my spine.
I had chosen the least flashy outfit i owned for my first day, a simple pair of dark blue skinny jeans and my favorite sweatshirt from back home. My wavy brown hair was pulled up into a pony tail to keep it out of my face.
When i pulled open the door i felt the cool air hit me instantly. The entire class was quiet, all eyes focused on me. I took a few tentative steps in before the teacher noticed my presence. He was in his late 40's. He was a round, short old man that had very little wispy white hair atop his large head. He wore thick glasses and his mouth was pursed into a tight angry line.
"Can i help you?" He asked me turning to me with a sour expression across his already irritated looking face.
He wasn't happy that i was disrupting his class. I could tell by the sour look on his chubby face that he wasn't the happiest of teachers. He was the one waiting for the retirement payout that he would get when it came his time. He hated the high school and everyone that inhabited its halls with a bitter passion.
Every school had one, in my old school it had been my math teacher. She was closer to the end than he was but just as bitter and angry. She would force students to do the work in silence. Completely unwilling to help any students who were unsure of what the assignments were asking.
My hand shook as i held out my schedule to the teacher, trying to show i was in his class. Clearly he was going to be the one that didn't read the email. His fat hand quickly snatched up the paper from me and he grumbled under his breath as he read it.
"Oh yes," he grunted turning to look at me, "your that new student i got an email about."
I nodded hurriedly as i bit my lip; My eyes flicked back and forth between him and the class of staring students. I could see the amusment playing on their faces as they watched me panic in the front of the classroom.
One of the girls raised her chin looking up at me, her perfectly made up face held no flaws and her bright blue eyes shined in the florescent lighting. I could tell by the air about her that she was well liked here. Three other girls sat around her, theireyes holding the same sneering glare.
"Im Mr. Frank." He stated, not looking up from his computer screen. He had made his way slowly to his desk grumbling under his breath.
I nodded, swallowing hard. I hated center of attention; all i wanted was for him to send me to an empty desk. We could play these back and forth games once the class was gone. I could feel their eyes boring into me as i stood, each of their faces wearing the same grin.
The girls exchanged glances between each other, their voices hushed in silence, their fingers tapping impatiently on the desk in front of them. The boys nodded towards each other silently snding one another singals about me. Their words were silent but i heard them all loud and clear. I was fresh meat. A new fish in the sea of sharks anf they loved it.
"Well i never got a chance to look over that email so tell me your name." Mr. Frank stated as he hoisted himself up from his chair.
My eyes widened with fear. This was it. The most dreaded of moments. I could hear the low snickers from the students from around me. They loved the crimson color of my face and how i shifted my weight back and forth in discomfort.
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A/N- So i decided to split this chapter i half because its almost bedtime and i dont want to finish it tomorrow.
I wanted to give you somthing tonight.
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