Ophelia took a deep breath in, standing to introduce herself to the class. She slowly made her way to the front of the room, holding up the notebook she had prepared in the case of introducing herself.
"Alright class, please welcome Ophelia!" the teacher cheered, she sounded nice enough.
"What kind of freak uses a notebook to communicate?" a tall girl with brown hair snorted. A howl of laughter erupted from the rest of the room.
"Alright, now, that's not very funny, Rosalyn" the teacher scolded, although the rest of the class seemed to be too busy shouting insults directed to Ophelia to even care. The petite girl practically shrank as she walked to her seat, head down. Her vanilla colored hair draped over her teary eyes, as if it were a pair of curtains covering a window from a rainy day.
The bell rang, rescuing Ophelia from the hell of being tormented in class. Various crumpled sheets of paper were littered on the ground, each of them reading one cruel insult to another. Ophelia thought the first day of school was supposed to be easy. Boy, was she wrong. She bent down, squatting in order to reach the crumpled trash on the floor. Suddenly, a bandaged hand met hers. Ophelia looked up, only to be eye-level with a nervous-looking, black-haired and freckled boy.
Ophelia grabbed her pencil off the top of the desk, writing on the corner of her notebook in small letters; "Thank you". The boy nodded, throwing away the crumpled papers off the floor and running off before Ophelia could speak to him any further.
Or- rather, write to him. The blonde sighed, gathering her things and heading for home.
"How was your day, Ophelia?" her mother chirped, in a sing-song voice. Ophelia took a deep breath, looking away. "Not good then?" mom said, softly. Ophelia simply nodded, causing her mom to wrap her in a tight hug. "I'm sorry, O, I really thought this new school would treat you better" she whispered, stroking her daughter's hair.
Ophelia shook her head, in a way to indicate that she didn't want her mother to apologize. Her attention was drawn to the window, a large white moving van parked outside the house across the street. Ophelia recognized one of the kids carrying boxes as the one who had helped her earlier. The boy was seemingly indifferent, like he wasn't hearing anything. He looked so calm.
Ophelia envied him.
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General FictionOphelia Rogers has always been an outcast. She never had many friends, never had the guts to talk to the boys she liked- if she could even talk in the first place, unfortunately, being mute makes it difficult to make friends. As far as Ophelia was c...
