The Words I Never Said [editing]

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Her black baggy sweater and blue skinny jeans are soaking wet as she steps through Morriston High's double doors. Danielle hurriedly closes the doors behind her, so she doesn't get even more wet. She walks to one of the benches against the lobby's walls and opens her old and broken backpack. It's name is Ben.

She checks to make sure her homework, books, and folders are all safe and not soaking wet. Thankfully they aren't.

She gets back up and makes her way to her locker-number 603. She dials in the combination and pulls out her first period binder. She pulls it close to her chest and looks down at the ground as she makes her way to Mrs. Johnson's room.

Mrs. Johnson is a 38 year old teacher who has been teaching at Morriston for about 10 years. She has a son who goes to the elementary school a few blocks away, and her husband, Mr. Johnson, is the gym teacher here as well.

Danielle arrives about 5 minutes early, so she takes her seat and pulls out a book from her backpack. A couple chapters later, more students start to file into the room.

"Take your seats now," Mrs. Johnson says, "Today we will be working with graphs."

Everyone groans except Danielle.

"I know, I know. "I've learned this in middle school, why are we doing this again?" Well, we're going to be doing a project either next week or this Friday. So we have to go over the basics and how to make a graph on a computer.

Take out your textbook and open it to page 394."

Danielle and the rest of the class pull out their books from underneath their desk. Danielle skims over the chapter, just to make sure she knew most of the information.

"Read from chapter 10 to chapter 15. That should cover the basics, and when we're done we'll discuss what you've learned," she says.

The class starts reading, but throughout the chapters, Danielle would getting bored, so occasionally she would look around the room trying to find something interesting.

After alternating between reading and looking around hopelessly, she finishes reading. Danielle closes her book shut and pulls out the same book she was reading at the beginning of class.

The book was a present Danielle's mother gave to the girl for her 14th birthday, a year after her father died, and a year after Danielle became mute.

"Okay class, lets discuss," Mrs. Johnson says.

Mrs. Johnson calls on kids, and most of them would reply with a somewhat good answer. Danielle, who knew all the right answers, would never get called on. She never raised her hand or blurted out the answer. She just sat there in the back of the class with empty desks surrounding her.

When the bell rang, Danielle got up with her belongings and walked out the door. She went back to her locker, put up her other binder, and grabbed the next one. Her next class was art. Her teacher, Mr. Lowe, was an artist back in the 80's, and at that time he got some of his art featured in a museum. For years he was convinced he was as famous as Da Vinci or Monet. But once he faced reality, he went into depression and became a teacher soon after being recovered.

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