Silent Screams

Introduction

-"Ophelia! Get the hell down here!"

My mother screamed. I jumped out of my skin and shivers ran through my spine. An uncontrollable quake ran through my body and remained at a constant state. 'What did I do?' I thought of the worst. Since I'm already in their bad side, I don't want to do anything. I slipped on my usual clothing and grabbed my bag. I stumbled downstairs. I met my mother in the dining table with an annoyed expression looking at her phone. The kitchen table, where she was sitting, was filled with smothered ash and used up cigarettes. I automatically hooked my hands and looked down in a helpless way. I can't help it.

-"I can't stand you..."

She spat. She then kept observing her phone. I don't know what I did but I know I'm late for school. Without saying anything I leave the house without breakfast, a "good morning", or genuine concern for me. The usual.

Its 6:52 and school starts at 7:00 sharp. I'm really late. I now have to walk a mile to school. And I can't run or people will tease me if I have any type of indecency in today's appearance. And I can't bike there since my father sold my precious bike for a bottle of whiskey he drank that same day. I sigh and begin to speed walk and eventually arrive to school at 7:09. Faster than I expected, but still late.

Walk in and the usual scene greets me. Students walking about aimlessly careless of the bell. Girls pointing at me and murmuring something behind my back. Hatred rushing through me. Some boys basically tackle my shoulders as they walk past me. I lose m balance a bit but I keep my cool. I walk towards my advanced English classroom. Advanced classes are basically the classes from higher grades but with less students. Which is great because I prefer smaller classes. Though, it's not like I'm super smart, it's that the only thing I do when not in school is study. Everything is just a chore for me. I have no passion, no opinions I just do as I'm told. And it's been that way for a long time now.

-"I'm sorry, Mrs. K."

I say as I strut inside the classroom.

-" Oh hi, Ophelia. Don't worry about it I'm sure you have a good explanation."

I do. Mrs. K is my teacher for most of my classes since she is the specialist in advanced teaching. Lately, I have taken a fond of her. She lets me get away with things like hall passes. That sorta thing. As I walk past her I take a peek in the attendance record. She had already put me as present. I quickly find my seat at the back of the class.

'Why am I like this? And why do people hate me so much?' I space out with these thoughts in my head.

Before I knew it the class was over and the bell rang. I was out in a flash before Mrs. K gets the chance to talk to me. I hurry out into the hallway and towards my locker. I eventually get past the minefield of assholes and in front of my locker. I pull out the heavy algebra book but I feel a shove hit me from behind. I stumble onto the floor and a boy swerves into view.

-"I'm sorry."

The boy is blonde with light brown eyes. He bent over in front of me to help pick up my book. Our eyes locked in a really clichéd manner. I didn't speak I just stared. He smiled and gave me my book. Then he gently laid his hand on top of mine and stared back at me. He leaned forward, near my face, his breath heavy on my nose. It stunk of cigarette. He whispered:

-"Be grateful, you mute slut."

He spat at me with an evil grimace. Laughter echoed around me and a bunch of boys that I didn't recognized pushed me even further on the ground and rummaged around in my locker. They soon scattered like the cowards they are. I stood up and looked at my locker. The whole inside of the locker was splattered by black ink, and at the edge of it was a stack of the insides of pens. they were all empty. Now all my books are covered in pen ink. I sigh and pick up the algebra book and walk slowly to the classroom.