My P.O.V {the Story Of a mute Girl} [On Hold]

My P.O.V Chapter two.

AN:

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Chapter Two;*

I walked through the hallways quietly, watching as the students passed by me in a blur. They, of course like always didn't even glance at me. I wasn't important enough. They all had their gossip to catch up on, or friends to hang with. I, on the other hand, was heading home to a house where no one would be and it had been that way since middle school. Alone, till nine P.M. , but I really couldn't blame my grandparents for that. They were working so hard, to live near this school and stay near it. I mean, afterall this was one of the best schools in the country. Everyone got A's, and the ones who got B's were kicked out if they didn't bring up their grades. I had no problem with that, obviously. I mean, who was there to distract me? My friends? I snorted, Like I had those.

Stopping at my locker, I put in my combination and opened it. My books were neatly stacked, and put in the places they belonged, Each class binder put on the top shelf. The locker was completely blank, no photos except the one of my mother and father. They stood next to each other, smiling wide and my father's hand was placed on her stomach. The stomach that held me for nine months and went through hours of labor. I teared up, and breathed in as I placed my binder in the locker. Grabbing the notebook quickly I stared at the picture again, and put a soft kiss on the fragile paper.

Slamming the locker door closed, I brushed away the tears and stumbled when I was ran into. “Watch where your going!” The kid, ...what was his name again? I frowned lost in my thoughts. Jack, James, Jared... Jason? Yeah that is it, Jason. “Freak” he muttered when I didn't bother to respond. I glared up at him, frowning and shoved past him. “What do you think your doing freak?!” Oh how original he was. Continuing to frown as I made it to the door, I opened it and walked out.

Yanking my I-pod out of my pocket I began to listen to 'Miss invisible' and trudged down the steps. What a great day this was, I sighed and headed towards the bus. Heading across the dark pavement, I listened to the words ringing in my ears. Listening so intently, that I didn't pay attention as I climbed on the bus. The bus driver mouthed words, and I ignored her. Heading to my seat in the back, I grimaced again. The peoples eyes followed me as I passed by and slid into my seat.

My seat, alone. The song music changed, and I tapped my foot along with it. The bus began to move and I watched the trees sway. It seemed as if the trees were swaying in beat with the music. I loved to sing before, in sixth grade I entered a competition and won. Humming silently, I felt the bus come to a stop and glanced up.

Finally happy to be at my stop, and surprised that time flew by that quick, I stood up. Heading to the front, I hopped down the bus steps and headed towards my house. Of course, it didn't take that long to get there, because it was a few houses away from the bus stop. The song changed, once again and I hummed along with it a little louder. After all, I wasn't mute in all ways, just mostly in school.

Reaching my door, I shoved it open and walked inside. The house was empty, as always and I had left the door unlocked. Which was normal also, just a little unsafe. But people were rarely robbed in this area so I’m pretty safe. I slammed the front door behind me, and threw my notebook on the couch. Heading into the kitchen, I pre-heated the oven and waited so that I could make dinner for my grandparents.

They work their tales to the bone, just to keep me with my 'friends'. But no matter how many times I try to tell them I don’t care, they won't listen. Constantly being asked when I was going to invite my friends over, and if I was going out. It hurt me to know they felt bad for me, and I didn't want them too. So every once and a while I would leave and sit at the park alone for a few hours.

That couldn't hurt anything right? I mean, my Grandpa is happy, My grandma is happy and I'm not. But my happiness doesn't matter. I don't deserve to be happy, my grandparents on the other hand; Do.

I sighed, heading into the living room after scooping my whiteboard off the fridge. This was my form of speaking, using this whiteboard and marker. Its sad, I don't even remember what my voice sounds like. Maybe one day, I'll be able to hear it again and maybe, just maybe I'll be happy.

I grabbed my notebook, as I sat down on the couch and began to write.:

sixth grade was the beginning of my torture. I remember the time that Eric Carneson tried to pants me when I wore baggy sweatpants. Oh and don't forget the time I was running during gym and Lexi Vatare tripped me. God how many bad stories did I have from sixth grade? I guess maybe I should just focus on one, to finish this chapter. Okay so here it goes.

The person I hated most in sixth grade was Jason. Your probably wondering why, Mr. Jason. Well other than the fact you were the class clown, you stole my first kiss. Do you remember what happened after the day you took my first kiss? No? Let me remind you Jason. It was December 22nd and the sun was out. I remember saying to myself, 'wow this is going to be a great day'. But why would I think other wise? You took my kiss, after telling me you really liked me. What were your exact words again?oh yes, I remember “Emma I've liked you since the beginning of the year...and wanted to ask you out. So will you go out with me?” of course, being me I was ecstatic. The coolest guy in our grade just asked ME out. So I agreed, and you took my first kiss. I know what you think Jason- What was so bad about taking my first kiss? Well allow me to dive further into this subject. I went to school, looking for you in the hallway anxiously. You didn't arrive for the first few minutes and I began to grow anxious. But then... I saw you. Laughing with your friends, and smiling. I practically ran towards you, and said hello. And do you remember what you said back? You don't? Oh... well I do. Your exact words were “Why are you talking to me you freak?”

I was bewildered. The boy that I was in love with was saying I was a freak? After every word he had said to me last night? I stood there, as your friends behind you Jason, Smirked and I said “ But- I – we kissed!” how much stupider could I have sounded? And you said what? Do you remember what you said Jason? Oh yes, I know you do. Think nice and hard. You said a few words to me, and they broke my heart.

“Why would I ever kiss you?” and you made a disgusted face. You were just great, at everything. Including stomping my heart into a million pieces. You, are the class clown, the one who shot down the only person who defended me. You are my first crush, first kiss and first heartbreak. Congratulations Mr. Class clown, you ruined my life.