Mutism [hood]

Bailey

I stare attentively at my boots, like at any moment they would shatter to dust.

"Get your feet off the pew," Drew, my brother, whispers harshly.

I glare, still not facing the boy.

Slowly, I lift my feet and sit them on the ground.

The noise of a way to cheerful choir sing Amazing Grace, as I pick at my laces for minutes.

A lady I've never seen before turns during the song and stares at me. She rolls her eyes before turning back to the front where the preacher stands.

"Yeah, look away, bitch." I mouth behind her back and to her stupid, brown, curled hair.

Moments later the parson releases us and we head to the car.

"Where do you want to eat?" My mother asks her children.

"Wendy's." Drew states, then looks back at me. I nod.

"Wendy's it is!" And we drive off to the nearest one.

We drive into the parking lot and I rush towards the glass doors, swing them open, running up to the counter.

I immediately unlock my phone, clicking away into my note app.

My mother and brother order before turning to me. I give them my phone and they order for me.

I don't talk.

It's not that I can't.

I just simply don't want to speak.

There for, I will not.