Silent

chapter 2

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP B-

I turned the alarm off and hopped up going to my dresser, I grabbed my baggy shirt, bra, and baggy jeans. I threw the clothes on and was satisfied with it. I wasn't the type to show off my cursed body unlike some who wear clothes so tight that it's almost like a second skin. They might as well be naked. Then I went to my vanity to put foundation on my scars. I threw on my sneakers and sweatshirt pulling the hood over my face.

Then I was off to hell. I mean school!

When I arrived at school everything was pretty good. Nobody was even around. I ran to my locker before the halls were crowded again and I put my combination in and opened it. I shoved my bag in, grabbing what I needed for class. I shut my locker and headed to math class. There's a new kid today so by now I would have been terrorized so thank you, new kid. Suddenly I heard footsteps and laughter from the other students. I turned and saw that the whole hallway was now crowded with students and one unfamiliar face that I would grow to never want to be separated from.

Standing 6' 4" tall, this pasty-skinned boy, nothing less than a man, has a sweet and innocent feel about him. A particularly notable feature is his faint freckles and the small burn mark on his left arm which he never talks about. He has a long face with a round chin, a well-formed nose, and large lips. His eyes are round and he has angular eyebrows.

His mousey brown hair, dyed pastel pink that’s faded to soft blond end, is shoulder-length, straight but curled at the ends making it fall perfectly upon his face. He has piercings in three places: his eyebrow, his right upper ear, and his nose… any girl in their right mind would have known to stay away. I knew but couldn’t help but want to be near him. He has long arms, a narrow torso, a well-defined waist, and strong legs. He has a tribal tattoo on his neck followed by the feathers that dance down his arm. His eyes are fairy pools of magic wonder.

They are an enchanted river whose glow in the bright warmth of an autumn day crystalline water that welcomed my touch but locked with a key not daring to let another soul into his mind. His hands would have seemed firm and rough to anyone who didn’t know him; they were large but kind. This is the description of Able Rowan. The new boy from Indiana.

I felt myself stare at him so I turned away to quickly make myself notice. “ Look mute turned into a cherry!” a nagging voice I know to well shouted, making everyone turn to face me. And I mean everyone. “ Why is she called mute?” the new boy asked, Amanda grinder grind which caused me to drop my things to cover my face expecting her to hit me. “ Why are you so scared, you little cunt? Why do you think that everyone is going to fight you?” she hissed as she pulled my hood down while her gang of misfits held my arms down revealing the scar across my neck from a failed suicide attempt. The new kid looked at me oddly while the others laughed at my hideous appeal. As I thought this torment would never come to an end he spoke. “ Why don’t you leave her alone, picking on a helpless girl won’t get you anywhere.” I felt my cheeks burn up even more once Jennifer and Sandy let go of me. I put my hood back over my head and I rushed to pick up my things not realizing I had left my journal behind.

I guess you can say I hate being bullied but who doesn’t? Once I got to my class I walked to my seat and sat down. I sit at the very back where the bad kids are supposed to sit like I have my desks that are separated from all other desks. It is like that in every class, like I said before no one likes me. The teachers don’t even like me but that’s probably because I don’t answer questions...

Just a wild guess. Wild. I liked that word and a smile appeared on my face as I thought of it. I love that word, it gives me energy and hope, hope that one day I will find true love someone who will love me for who I am, instead of what I look like…but that won’t happen

As my smile faded as I thought of the reason why. None of the guys here like a girl for her personality, they want someone new, untouched and new, not something used..and broken. Besides, none of the boys here like me. I mean.. Who would like a monster?

The truth is I've never talked to anyone let alone a boy. I hardly speak to my parents. Or I hardly speak to paul. My mother is always gone due to her job.

“ARWYIN PICKET”

I jumped a little and looked at my teacher, then nodded letting her know I’m listening. “ you must show Mr. Rowan around the school now!”

She nodded then tapped her foot impatiently. I got up and everyone watched me as I made my way to the front of the classroom. Where my rescuer and the teacher was. I felt Able's new gaze on me as we were walking out the door. When we got into the hallway he started talking. “ how long have they been picking on you?'' His question was genuine and when he didn't receive an answer he fell silent. Ten minutes passed and he spoke again. “ I’m sorry they pick on you for being different, but if you wouldn't mind can I get a closer look at your face?” I stopped walking and kept my head down, not daring to look up and show him my face. he also stopped walking and turned to me. `` is that a yes?”