My Silent Words

Chapter 9 - How about a snack?

Another day went by and the same routine continued. Wake up, take a bath, change clothes, eat, drive to school.

I find nothing different in my everyday life. Not unless I saw that red turkey lurking around the lockers. I try to ran towards my classroom but then he suddenly catches me.

“Hey, mute” he shouts making me stop at my tracks.

I look at him and I can see the anger in his eyes. I looked closely in his eyes until I noticed that he was walking very fast towards me and bangs me again towards the lockers.

Fuck! Here we go again

And a few more banging myself towards the lockers. Focusing on his dark hazel eyes sunk in anger before he leans in to whisper something.

“I will let you remember who you met at the mall a few weeks ago.” he muttered.

My eyes widen at his statement.

Oh, so you were that asshole whom I spilled my ice cream with? Good for you. And what would a chicken be doing at the mall? Do you know that animals aren't allowed inside the mall?

I know I would only regret it when I'm going to spit it our in front of him what I have in thoughts.

“You deserve worse than that, you fucking useless mute!” he spilled out still banging myself on the poor lockers behind me.

I am so very sorry for the owners of these lockers.

After a few more banging on the lockers with Roman, rescue finally came.

“Roman!” a familiar voice came echoing at our direction. Isaiah came to grab me by my wrist and placed me behind him shielding me from any action Roman might make.

“Don't you ever come near Alex ever again. If I saw you beating him up again, I swear you'll regret it.” Isaiah says rather harshly and furious.

I've never seen him being so furious before until now.

“Come on, Alex” Isaiah drags me out of the lockers and into our first class.

Okay, so because of that turkey, I was late for our first period.

As we both stand on the door frame where our math teacher was standing, he gave us a look I don't want to get. While he was looking at us I quickly grab a piece of paper and wrote something down.

“Do you have any valid reason why you two are 15 minutes late for my math class?” the teacher asked.

“Well sir, Alexander here-” I placed a hand over Isaiah's mouth to stop him from talking and giving the teacher my excuse.

“Oh, okay. You may enter.” the teacher said calmly.

As we proceeded to our chairs, Isaiah gave me a how-did-you-do-that look.

“What did you tell him?” I shrugged at his question and wrote a piece of paper giving it to him. He receives the paper and reads it.

Magic

He looks at me with an annoyed look.

Seriously? You can't take a joke? Gosh people. I thought, giving him back his annoyed look.

I then turned focused the teacher that's currently telling us something about trigonometric ratios and other shits that I don't understand.

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Finally! The bell rang telling us the end of school for now and time for us to dig in our lunch.

As usual, I came to the cafeteria with Isaiah and sat at our usual spot. But this time, Zander, Blake and Tyler decided to join us both.
Isaiah and Zander facing us which only means that I'm in the center with Tyler on my right and Blake on my left. We just ate our lunch until Tyler broke the silence.

“So, how old are you, Alex?” he asked.

I grabbed a notebook from my backpack and wrote my answer.

14

I showed them the notebook and they nodded in satisfaction.

“So, were you mute since birth or for how long were you mute?” Zander asked which made me stop eating.

“Dude, I told you he's sensitive. Don't ask him personal questions.” Isaiah defended giving Blake a punch on his shoulder.

“Yeah dude, you might be hurting his feelings. You just don't know it.” Tyler added.

“True. Might be the right time to apologize to him while there's still time.” Blake responded.

“Oh yeah right. Sorry ‘bout that, Alex.” Zander apologized which I accepted by just giving him a nod.

“So, what are the things you're good at?” Blake asked me this time.

Again, I wrote my answer down.

Well, if it includes sports, I'm much of out for that now. I've played soccer 5 years ago but, nah. It's gone now. I also know how to play the keyboard and the guitar.

I showed them the notebook and they nodded in satisfaction.

“You're such a talented person y'know? Not a lot of us plays an instrument. Only a few know one but you're special.” Zander muttered out. I blush at his words.

He's right. I am special. I can play the guitar and I can also play the keyboard. Thanks to my father who taught me how to play the two.

After a few more chats with the three, the bell rang signalling us that lunch was over and it's time to head for our next class.

Chemistry.

Well pluck my life. I thought of myself as me and Isaiah got inside the classroom and found a seat.

After the class ended, I finally got a chance to go to my locker and put all my things inside.

“I'm heading for practice and you can come if you like, okay?” Isaiah said to me. And I just nodded at his question and he quickly ran off to the court in a hurry pace. I followed him suit after I placed all my things at my locker.

After some watching and waiting for Isaiah and his friends (or should I say 'my friends as well'), We finally decided to go to each of our homes.

Since that the three had to go the same way, that leaves me and Isaiah walking to the opposite side of them. We were only walking because Isaiah's parents had to use them. As we were walking past a number of houses and buildings, we went passed by a small store. Watson's to be exact.

“Hey, let's head over here for a light snack. I'm starving.” he says pulling me to the store but I pulled back.

“C'mon. Don't worry, my treat.” Isaiah asked gesturing me to the small snack bar. I shook my head but he really insisted so I have no choice but to follow him.

“Make your pick” he said showing me a table full of yummy snacks.

“Oh yeah I almost forgot, you can also pick there...” pointing at the two vending machines on the corner of the snack bar. “There...” pointing at the shelves of junk foods. “And there...” pointing at a mini steamer for dumplings to be cooked. “Decided yet?” he asked.

Looking at these yummy goodies makes my stomach growl. How can anyone resist these yummy treats.