The Words I Never Said [editing]

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(Danielle and Jonas's outfits on the side)

[danielle]

I woke up this morning refreshed and with a smile on my face. Last night, after Jonas left, my mother couldn't stop talking about him. She would say, "What a nice boy!","Do you like him?", "You two would be so cute together!", "He's going to be a part of the family in no time!", and so on. She also kept asking when he could come over next time. Probably so she can schedule staying late at work.

Creepy.

When I got to school, I received more stares then normal. I thought that maybe it was my outfit choice--a black dress with thin straps, my Converse, and a grey cardigan--since I usually only wear sweaters and leggings, but once I stepped foot into the school, I figured out the actual reason very quickly.

William was standing a few feet away from me, covered in bruises and a black eye. I backed up a little bit, scared he might do something to me. As I stay near the walls, moving quickly to get past him, one of his friends yells, "There she is! She did this to Will!"

I walk faster, trying to get to my first class, or somewhere far, far away from them, but William catches up to me and slams me against the wall, pinning me there with his arms.

"Morning, Mute. You like my bruises. You did them to me, remember?" William says smirking. He moves his face closer to my ear. "I know you won't be able to tell anyone that this is fake, but if I hear that you're sending messages to anyone about this..." He backs away and starts walking down the hallway again. Then he turns around and says, "You're dead."

My back slides down the wall, and I sit there on the floor. Putting my hands over my face, I know that I shouldn't be like this, practically sobbing at school, but I can't help it. William always upsets me.

Ever since Jonas moved here, I've gotten weaker and weaker, and I never want to become weak, if I do, I lose everything I have left: my hope and my future. Being Jonas's friend, he does make me weak, but his strength and support also makes me stronger. With being friends, there'll be hardships, but there'll also be laughs and smiles.

Thinking about one of Jonas's beautiful smiles, I pick myself up from off the floor.

I open my locker, taking out my math binder and book.

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When I enter the class, I sit down at my usual seat in the back. I pull out the same book I was reading yesterday, and I start where I left off. As I'm reading, I hear the chair beside me screech against the tiled floor. I look sideways to see who it is.

"Morning, Danielle," he says. I smile and wave back at him. I take out my new pack of sticky notes and write a question down for him.

Why are you in this class? You weren't in here yesterday, I write.

He reads over it, then says, "My aunt and uncle were signing me in and giving my paperwork to the receptionist."

Jonas quickly steals my pack of blue sticky notes I was previously using. This time, he writes a note for me.

You look really pretty today. The looks you're receiving says that you usually don't dress like this. Correct?, his note says.

I write on the same note, my small and neat handwriting--just like his--blending into his.

Thanks. And yes. I don't normally dress like this. Sweaters and leggings; that's what my kind of outfit is.

Me too. I don't usually wear this kind of stuff. What I wore yesterday is what I usually wear.

I didn't even notice his outfit. Jonas clads a white tee-shirt that shows off some of his muscles, black jeans, and a leather jacket. I laugh.

"Was the leather jacket too much?" he says giggling. I nod my head, still laughing.

"My mom picked it out," he says, trying to sound offened.

That just made us laugh even more.

Mrs. Johnson clears her throat, saying, "Class is about to start. You two should quiet down."

You could practically see the smile she's trying to hide. I bet she's just happy her favorite student made a friend.

The bell rings, and Jonas and I are still trying to not laugh. Other students give us even more weird looks than before.

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