SPEECHLESS

one

In middle school we were told about the Constitution, the Amendments and The Bill of Rights, the teacher knew we weren't listening (or at least half of us weren't) and Mr.Silverara told us anyway, "Amendment 1 protects your speech, religion, freedom of press, the right to peaceably assemble, and the right to petition the government for a redress of grievances." In his class, we mainly focused on the freedom of speech and he asked us a question that always stuck with me. "If your speech was taken away how would you feel, never being able to speak for yourself, never allowed to speak your mind and stand for what you believe in." It's haunted me even to this very day, August 20th, 2017, at Fort Lake Highschool, Freshman Year.

       The first few days being at this school didn't go half as bad as I expected it to, it was quiet, not very busy for me at least. I wasn't noticed much, not many of my friends went to the school I wanted to go to which was better than the one many others went to, so I didn't have friends here, but I wasn't completely ignored. There was this girl in my first period, the fourth day of school, she commented on my natural Puerto Rican hair that was messily put into a bun,

"Is your hair real"
"Yes"
"Ok it's real," she turned to her friends while laughing, the ignorance of some people I stated within the containment of my own brain. The second time someone talked to me is was the sixth day of school, a girl shorter than my 5.3 self and the highest pitched voiced I'd probably ever fricken heard said, "I really like your nails." that was all and she simply skipped away without a care in the world. From the looks of it, she was making a fail attempt to be some sort of pastel, girly, gothic-emo, wannabe,  it was interesting scenario, to say the least, I mean what was I supposed to think she had her hair dyed some purple blue mixture, she was wearing a sweater with skulls on it and I overheard her talking about wanting to stab someone and try to be tough. With these few experiences in the past ten days, I was questioning if I would meet anyone mature enough, crazy enough, and excepting enough to try to become friends with. On day ten I've just about given the hell up and accepted my loneliness this school year. I haven't talked to anyone since the emo wannabe girl and just about despise anyone who acts like the ignorant girl commented on my hair, deciding this would be the longest, loneliest year of my life, I walked to second with the deafening look of defeat.