paint || c.h

mute

i stretched my arms as i stand from my bed. it was a monday and just another day of staying inside and painting the day away. i was home schooled and i hated most everyone in the world except my two parents. i never really was a people person, and nobody ever liked me in return. if anyone ever took a liking to me, they'd suddenly disappear like nothing had ever happened. i just learned to be mute when i was in public, if i ever talked it never ended well.

"i think it's time we actually let her have a friend. she's lonely and barely even talks to us in general." one of my moms hushed voices fills my ears.

"katy, hush. she can probably hear you from her room." mama says. i was only four, they said i shouldn't have friends until i'm ten. and they're probably right.

"she's almost five, she doesn't know what she can do. maybe if she's oblivious to it, maybe nothing will happen. she thinks like a twenty year old." mom speaks. what does she mean by that? don't most four year olds know what i do?

"no she doesn't! quit saying that!" mama yells.

"do most four year olds know algebra by the age of two? i don't think so. do most four year olds know how to read at eight months? i don't think so. now you tell me she doesn't have a higher IQ then both of us combined without bluffing." mom growls. mama huffs and leaves the room, slamming the door.

-rileigh-