A short story I wrote ages ago for my English folio. It was never used, due to the shooting in America that happened when the folio was sent away, because I felt it would be heartless and inappropriate to do so. However I spent a lot of time on it and feel it may be okay to post it on here. I'm sorry if it causes any offence but I would like to state that this was written a year before the incident in America and therefore it is not an attempt to mock it in anyway. *Tiho slovenian for silent * *Oratio latin for speech* *Magister latin for teacher*All Rights Reserved