M U T E

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"Rey! What are you doing?!" I hear Myra's voice in my ear.

I wake up completely, and realize I had fallen asleep while reading again. The boys still had the stupid crayon drawing on my wall. I kicked them out of my room around 9:00, and sent them to sleep. I told them to finish the next day. Then, I stayed up till midnight reading instead of studying. Dinner was just Mac and cheese. I always make it simple because I'm not much of a cook. I love to bake, but cooking is not my favorite hobby.

"No chemistry?" Myra asked, just knowing me.

I just give her a guilty look. I never have to speak with Myra. Myra knows my looks enough to get what I am saying.

"Gosh, what will I do with you? We'll study some on the bus. Get up or you'll be late."

I get up and put on the outfit Myra picked out for me. She actually picked a total "me" outfit which I'm glad for. I put on the T-shirt that had a quote from one of the many books I like.

"The you, you are today is the same you I was in love with yesterday and the same you I will be in love with tomorrow."

The book is a popular one, If I Stay. They made a movie. Most of my book-quoted T-shirts are popular books. Unpopular books don't have many T-shirts or they simply are hard to find. It took forever to even find this shirt. She matched this with a pair of jean shorts that reached to right above my knee. Then I wore sneakers along with the outfit. My hair stayed as simple as hair can be with just a quick brush-through to take out minor tangles.

I have thinner hair that barely gets tangled, so it's always easy to brush. My hair is completely straight, hanging down from head like the hair on a horse. It sits there, lifeless, overlapping my shoulders, and growing down just below them.

I put mascara on to make my lashes look longer, but that's the only makeup I ever wear. I take out the bag from the Cheerios box and took the whole bag with me. We get onto the bus in time and sit.

The whole bus ride to school is made up of Myra throwing chemistry equations at me. I write down everything she gives me while I am munching away on my Cheerios.

We get to school too soon, and start walking to our first class. They are on completely different ends of the school, so we separate right when we walk in. As I walk, I start to go through the chemistry lessons that we are being tested on.  My distracted mind causes me to trip over a book laying on the ground and fall on my face.

"Ow," I mumble to myself.

I push myself up to a sitting position, rubbing my forehead. A girl picks up the book, saying sorry for dropping it, then rushes off.

"You hurt? Didn't I tell you yesterday to watch where you're going. A little clumsy, aren't you?" A hand is held out for me, and I hear that same voice from yesterday's talk.

I stare at the hand for a second, then get up on my own, not touching the hand.

"I was offering to help you up," he says.

I didn't look up, just like yesterday.

"You seem only interested in my feet, how about looking at my face."

I don't look up, but then I feel a finger tilt my chin up, making me look at his face. My eyes widen, I turn, and push through the people as I run away.

"Wait!" He calls.

I keep going until I run into a wall. It is a real wall this time, and it sends me falling backwards. Arms catch me. I look up, and it's him again.

"Jeez, I'm sorry for scaring you. Please, be more careful. You're going to get hurt," he looks completely sincere, as if he really cares about me getting hurt.