It started with the first day of school, the crowds of over 2,020 students roam these halls. The utter break of silence from most people; however, I do not wish to speak to anyone as everyone knows me as the school mute. Mute as in never talks and it is the truth. Ask my friend Amber, she understands... She understands the pain and everything I go through. It hurts for her to know, but without her, I'd be smothered and suffocated by the world unknown.
Yes, school my senior year... finally an end of a decade, and moving on to a new chapter. To get away from this hell hole will be free from this terrifying place. I went to the dining lounge to find Amber; then I fell straight on my face as someone tripped me. I look up, and there was queen bee herself: Bri. Bri has been out to get me since day one. She knew all my secrets when we were younger she was one of my best friends but as of now... she's my worst enemy. She knows what goes on in my household. She knows the pain I go through on a daily basis; she wants to add more.
"Hey there skank," she laughs. "Another year with the sad mute; aww where's your poor mommy. Ohhh, that's right shes dead. Poor baby. Maybe, you should join her."
Man, she's gonna be worse this year, I hope I can handle myself, I thought to myself. I get up when she walks away and dust my favorite sweater off. Making sure that I can make decent this time around and step up to get my schedule. I see my crush asking for my name, getting ready to hand me my schedule.
"Your name please," he says without looking up. "I need your name-"
I signed my name "Destiny."
"Oh, I didn't know you were deaf," he signed back.
Inside I was shocked; I didn't know anyone knew sign language from Amber and me. "I am not deaf, I am Mute," I signed back.
"Ah okay," he sighed. "Well, I'll need your last name, okay."
"Booth." I hear from behind me. "Her last name is Booth."
Amber was right behind me as I smile as she came walking towards me.
"He knows sign language," I sign to her.
she smiles, "Is that so?"
"Is your ancestor the person who shot Abraham Lincoln?" he asked with seriousness.
I shrugged and nodded. "You're the first person to guess that right."
A crooked smile hit his face and then said, "Well Destiny Booth, here is your schedule."
I signed thank you and left. I didn't want to talk to him anymore. He's been my crush since the seventh grade. But every girl wanted him; that chance I knew nothing was going to happen. Amber was so excited that she couldn't even stop talking and signing. I smiled at her and laughed. That was a good start I guess for the last year. I looked over, and I see Xavier staring at me, he was the other reason I went mute. The horror I felt with those eyes piercing mine made me look away. The fear I felt and the shamefulness as well made me want to run and hide. But there was no point in hiding.There was nowhere to hide. All I got from people was abuse and torment. The only place I have to go is the library and my work at a coffee shop. People are surprised that I work at a coffee shop because I am mute. Hard to guess right?
But I know everyone in this town so its a little easier than expected. And being stuck behind a book is one of my favorite things in life, the one place I can escape from. The only reasons I am alive: novels about anything and everything.
I look at Amber in tears not knowing what to do. Not knowing however to handle this situation. I miss being able to talk, but the words are never able to come out. Like a cat got your tongue but worse.
"It's going to be okay Destiny, I promise." She said wiping my tears. "I won't let anything happen to you, again. He can look at you all you want but he cannot lay a hand on you anymore."
I nod and look down as we walk to our first class. "At least we get out early all year now huh?" she smiled.
I laughed and headed to English as she had math. As I am walking the final bell rang as I felt a hand hit my face out of nowhere. Just the feeling of it was a reminder of everything that I am in hell. Always will be in hell. I fell to the ground to look up and see a familiar face: Bri. "Get up little girl don't want to miss your first class."
As she said that I could feel blood on my face, just the warmness of the red liquid dripping down my face was there. I grabbed a tissue and wiped it off my cheek. This was going to be a long year. I head to English, and all eyes were on me.
"Come in Miss Booth," said Mr. English.
I sat and put my head looking down, making sure no one else is looking at me. I felt the anxiety coming on. And I tried to control it, but my body wouldn't let me. I put my head down on the desk until I could monitor the whole situation.
The bell rang, and I woke up from the anxiety attack that made me pass out, and I got up and went to my new class. I could feel the bruise forming now, right there on my cheek as I wish I could use makeup to cover it; but my father would kill me if I had anything close to that on my face. The next class I had was Art; it was one of my favorite courses of all time; the teacher loved me for that. Even though I was quiet, I was able to express myself through my art. My body was exhausted, from everything already. But I was always awake for this. Art was my major I want to do in College. And I have applied everywhere to get into the best schools so I can get far away from here as possible. I sat in the seat I always did every year. In the back next to the window; I decided to sit there so I can focus on myself and try to listen to music on my cell phone. It was an iPhone 4, but at least it was something; I could still listen to music if I had Wi-Fi and the whole school did.
I listened to my favorite artist Gregory Allen Isakov, and he always knew how to put an image in my head. And I thought he was pretty darn cute if I may add. His work was spot on and always new a way to calm me down. I bought this phone from Amber for fifty dollars, and she already knew what I liked so I asked her to download some music for me.
But this class was going to be harder than I thought...
