CHATTER IN THE SKULL

Chapter 2 | A Unique Type of Beautiful

The little girl didn't know where she was going, but anywhere was better than here.

She pushed open a door- hurrying down a small hallway and into a random room with its open door.

It was a large kitchen. Large plastic containers had ready fresh mac 'n cheese, fruit, or muffins. Regardless of the gold mine of tasty food- the insult from those girls was all she could think about.

"Oh, you poor dear." A gentle voice cooed.

Samantha gasped in surprise, whipping her head around to spot a tall adult woman. Her face was slightly wrinkled from age- much older than the counselors. She had frilly, short blonde hair and warm amber eyes.

A baby pink apron was wrapped around her neck and torso. She bent down to Samantha's level and wiped away her tears.

"I know what'd make you feel better." She smiled. The woman stood up and picked up a fresh cookie from a pan, "A cookie!"

The little girl's eyes shone with delight as she was handed a chocolate chip cookie. "Tha- Tha- Thank you." She stuttered.

Fortunately, the woman did not mind her stutter. "Of course." She crouched down as the little girl munched on her delicious cookie, "Now, what had you so teary-eyed, dear?"

The motherly woman made any walls she had crumbled.

"The gir-gir-girls were mea-mea-mea-mmm..." She'd struggle- face scrunching up in frustration.

"They were mean to you?" The woman guessed. "Mhm..." Samantha nodded.

The woman patted her head, "That's no good." She frowned, "But don't worry about them, okay? How about I be your friend?"

Samantha quickly nodded her head, absolutely thrilled about that possibility.

"What's your name, dear?"

Finishing her cookie- she'd fidget. "Sam- Sam-... antha."

The girl's face twitched- jaw tremoring with difficulty.

"What a lovely name, Samantha." The woman gave her a towel to clean off her hands, "My name is Pamela."

Suddenly- Pamela perked with an idea. "You know... you remind me of my little boy." She grinned, "Shy and cute, just like you!'

Samantha couldn't help but smile. How sweet of her to say!

On que- a nearby door clicked shut.

Pamela stood up, walking around the kitchen island. Samantha was too short to see what was on the other side.

"Welcome back, dear." The kind mother clasped her hands as Samantha rounded the counter to stand behind her, "You hungry?"

The little girl peered from around her legs- noticing a 6-year-old boy slightly taller than her in dark blue shorts and a grey hoodie. His hood was pulled up so Samantha couldn't see his face.

"... No." He mumbled, "Not really."

Pamela pouted, but she smiled anyway. "Well, how about you meet someone instead?"

His body visibly tensed- hands stuffed in his pockets as he lowered his head. It reminded Samantha of an armadillo hiding its vulnerable parts when predators were around.

"Come, come." The adult woman gestured for Samantha to come forward- which she did.

Nervously- the ginger girl approached him with fidgeting hands.

With Pamela overviewing their interaction- Samantha drummed up what was left of her confidence to be the first to talk.

"H-Hello." She'd stutter, "My na-na-name is Sam- Sssam-" She huffed with clenched fists. Her name was always hard to say.

"Samantha," Pamela whispered, helping her out.

The little boy kicked his feet on the floor awkwardly. "... My name's Jason." He muttered.

He stayed silent. She was right- he was just as shy as her.

"Jason." Pamela whispered, "Look at people when they talk to you." Her voice was soft and reassuring.

Finally, he looked up at Samantha.

The young boy was bald under his grey hoodie. Part of his head was slightly bulging, an eye slightly sloped down, and his right lip was tucked up. The boy's azure eyes were adverted- flowing with nothing but anxiety and shame.

Despite their clear differences... Samantha felt nothing but similarity with this boy.

He was shy and anxious because of his defective face, and she was shy and anxious about her defective throat. They hid from other people because of their shame.

In short... they were both ashamed of their birth defects.

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"I li-li-like your ey-eyes." The girl commented, her eyelids fluttering.

When she was upset about her voice- it always helped when her mom complimented her impressive vocabulary for her age.

It was related to her talking- but not close enough that she'd reject the compliment entirely.

Jason was taken by surprise- eyes darting to search her face. "Really?"

"Ye-ye-ye-" She'd quietly growl, clenching her fist, before finally- "Yes."

He was completely unbothered by her speech impediment- just like how she was unbothered by his unique appearance. His face lit up, almost as if he was in awe of her existence.

"You two hungry?" Pamela asked now that the mood was lighter.

Samantha looked back at her and nodded, and Jason voiced her reply for her, "Yes!" He'd cheer.

Perhaps making friends wasn't that bad.