While I walked home from school, kids cheered and laughed. Some cried because they would not see their friends next year. No one noticed me as I walked by; I was extremely lucky and relieved that they were busy. Usually they splash me with liquid, calling me a mime and a mute. Whenever they did, I just stared forward and kept walking, hoping that my tears just looked like droplets of water that were all over me.
"Hey!" I turned around to see a boy, around my age, jogging toward me. He was about five and a half feet tall. His longish hair was golden like his tan.
I lifted my hand and gave him a small wave and smile before I turned around and started walking again. The guy caught up to me and walked to my left. I took out my phone and opened up my Italk ap. I typed what I wanted to say and it would come out of my phone. "What do you want?" my phone responded.
The boy looked at me with confusion. "I can't speak," my phone spoke for me, in the same deep voice that it always had.
"Okay, what is your name?" he questioned.
"Lorry."
"Wow, your mom must have put a lot of thought into that name," he hinted as if trying to test me. I glared at him because he seemed to know what he was talking about.
"What is your name?" I typed.
"Dawn, but most people call me Dan. Where are you going?" he asked.
"Home, what about you?"
"Home," he answered uneasily.
I thought for a moment before I typed, "Funny, I haven't seen you before. Yet, the others act as if they have known you for a long time."
Dan shrugged. "How do you type so fast?" he asked to change the subject.
"Well, when you can only talk through a phone as long as I have..." my phone answered without any emotion. I really hate how monotone my phone can sound.
Dan laughed nervously. "In a totally friendly way, could I have your number?"
I looked up in his warm coco brown eyes. "Why would you want my number?" I typed.
He gave me a small smile. "You seem like an interesting girl, not many of those around. So, can I have your number?"
I took a piece of paper out of my pocket, ripped part of it off, and then wrote my name and number on it. I gave it to Dan. He beamed as he put it into his pocket.
I quickly took out my phone from my back pocket and typed, "Gah, be careful were you smile. You just about blinded me!" I teased.
He laughed as he crossed the empty street.
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Silenced (Demigod Story)
FanfictionBeing a demigod is hard enough with all of the monsters that attack, but Floret has to go through it all without being able to talk. Her life is hard enough but then she must also deal with who her mother really is... (To read from Cali's pov, read...
