Chapter One - Part 2
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My eyes widened with fear. This was it. The most dreaded of moments. I could hear the low snickers from the students around me. They loved the crimson color of my face and how i shifted my weight back and forth in discomfort.
They loved how my arms were held protectively around my body as if i was trying to hide away within myself .
I knew not a single one of them was going to come to my rescue at this point. I recognized a few faces from previous classes but they weren't going to ruin the fun. No matter how discomforted i looked, no one will stand up.
Mr. Frank stood impatiently in front of me, his dark eyes staring at me quizzically through his thick spectacles. His arms crossed firmly in front of his chest as he tapped his foot.
"What is your name?" He asked again, his voice growning more and more annoyed.
I took a deep breath and leaned forward trying to spark any recognition inside of him that i could not vocally answer his question. My palms sweated as i stood in front of the class. The only sound that filled the empty air was the ticking of the clock in the background. Its rhythmic sounds ticking as the agony i felt grew.
"Its a simple question," Mr. Frank demanded, his hand slamming down on the desk beside him making me jump. "tell me your damn name."
I had avoided signing all day. Each one of my teachers has simply asked me to write if i needed anything but this wasn't going to be one of those classes. I knew the minute i did that the rumors would flash through the hallway like wild fire. The kids would avoid me at all cost cause they knew that anyone who couldn't really speak was stupid in some way. I slowly lifted up my right hand; it shook violently as i rasied it.
Slowly i signed out each letter of my name. Not using the same sign that my mother and i had come up with a year ago.
G. W. E. N.
Finally Mr. Franks eyes widened in relization. A low laugh burst form his lips, "Oh yeah, your that girl that never learned to talk."
His words were taunting as he laughed. Soon the entire class fell into suit with him. Laughing and chattering away in my demise. I lowered my hand feeling my entire body grow warm. I wanted to run, escape out of here. Wake up from this horrible nightmare.
Mr. Frank looked at me once more, his voice light with mocking laughter. "I still have no idea what your name is."
I could feel my eyes welling up with tears while i looked back and forth looking for some sort of answer. Every single one of the students in the class was now laughing loudly, some yelling things at me with laughter deeply imbedded in their voices.
I quickly turned towards the door, my entire body shaking in embarrasment. I wanted to get out of this class, get out of this school, get out of this moment. I was raised to not run away. To face the challenges that were set before me. My mother, though overly protective, told me that i was no different than any other girl in the world; i just had a special talent that the world needed to know of. I could share my knowledge and my opinon without a single word. But now i felt like a freak, like the outcast that i really was and i needed to leave. I needed to tell my mother we needed to go home, back to my real home where we could go back to the same old town where i can live regularly.
My hand grasped the cool metal hamd of the door and i began push it open when a voice caught my attention.
"Her name is Gwen." A deep voice echoed throught the classroom causing everyone to freeze in silence.
Instantly i turned back to face the class. The voice had risen from the nack corner. A dark figure sat with his head down. His figure was large, his dark curly hair spilling over the sides of his head. He wore a black leather jacket and black skinny jeans.
"What did you say?" Mr. Frank asked, his voice sharp.
The boy looked up and his eyes met mine. They were a piercing green, so intense and strong, yet welcoming like they held a secret thet taunted you. The front of his curly brown hair was pushed upward from his hand running through it constantly. His face was pale, and his lips a deep red.
"I said her name is Gwen and if i were you i would shut you mouth and let her sit down." His voice was still deep and intense.
Everything about this boy is intense. The way his eyes locked onto mine. The way his voice boomed through the classroom. The way his body sat completely still in his desk. The strength i his face.
"Mr. Styles have i asked for your opinion?" Mr. Frank retorted instantly.
I could tell this was a regular occurance. Mr. Franks tone had strengthened in the split second from when the words left the boys mouth, not even considering patience and resoning with him.
"No, you didn't ask for my opinon," the boy retorted leaning back in his desk and crossing his arms , "but i neverask for your opinon but all you do is share with us."
The entire class let out a small laugh in the boys response. He let a small grin spread across his face and his eyebrows raised as he waited for the teachers reaction. I was thankful that the attention was no longer on me but i am afraid it wouldn't last long.
"Styles," Mr. Frank growled through his teeth, "get out." He countinued, pointing towards the door that stood behind me.
The boy chuckled lightly a he stood. Grabbing a single notebook from the top of his desk. He strolled up the aisle and to the front of the class, his worn brown boots clicking as he walked. He was tall, taller then i would have thought when he was sitting, His long torso was covered by a thin white crew neck shirt. You could see the black tattoos peeking out from the edge of his collar.
Mr. Frank had made his way back to his desk and was scribbling furiously on a small slip of paper. The boy stood in front of the class, his head slightly to the side . The class was no longer looking at me or the boy, but talking energeticly with eachother.
"Office." Mr. Frank stated, handing him the slip of paper. "No detours this time."
The boy laughed, snatching up the paper from his hands then turning around to walk out the door. His eyes once more locked with mine. His footsteps echoed on the linouleum floor as he neared me. His hand went up and ran it through his brown, curly hair pushing it back into its perfect meesy postion.
His arm reached around me, grabbing the handle bar. His body was so close to mine that i could feel the heat radiating off him. His musky sent filled my nose making my body go weak. I could feel my knees shaking already, but he made me even more nervous. He was too intense for my liking. Too much of a secret keeper. His outward apperance made it clear that he wasn't the friendly type.
Leaning in even closer than he was before, he whispered, his words tickling my ear. "You could probally sit down now sweet cheeks."
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