Dissapointment

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I sat in the nurses office while the nurse called my mom. She came to pick me up and we got in her car. "I put you in a new school so you can get a new start!" she exclaimed,"I thought you would get over this shyness before middle school started!". I curled up in my seat and closed my eyes. "why can't I be like other kids?" I thought to myself," why can't i speak?" I climbed into my bed and stared at the ceiling. "I couldn't even make it through one day" I mutter to myself. All my life I have been quiet day after day without speaking only to my mother and father. A hear a nock on the door. I softly say 'leave me alone' but the door swings open anyway. It's my friend ,Mike and he is the only person other than my parents that I can talk to. "What's up?" he asks me, giving me a hug.

"I can't do this anymore Mike." i said. "no one likes me and I can't talk to anyone."I reply softly. I start to sob into my knees again. "I like you" he says hugging and again "and you talk to me". "that's different" I say "I know you" . "You could get to know those other kids too."he says. I let out a soft moan and hug him. My head hurts from crying so he brings me a Tylenol and leaves. I fall asleep hoping that this would all be a dream. That I didn't have selective mutism. That I could finally make new friends.......

I stood at my locker staring at the word written in black. FREAK. that's what I am a FREAK. not just freak or Freak but a FREAK. I opened up my locker and took out my books. I started walking down the hall looking at my feet. Then I crash into something. or should I say someone. "oh uh hello." he says "What's your name?" A girl walks past me knocking down my books and says " she doesn't talk". the boy says "well my name is Sam uh here's your books". He hands me my books and blushes "well I should get to class" and he leaves. Usually it me who is shy. Although I didn't talk he talked which never happens. No one speaks to me because they don't want to waste their time on 'a girl that doesn't talk'. I head to class and sit through another long anxiety filled day.

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