"Well class, we are having a new student. Her name is Leigh-Anne... Pin..Cock?"
Laughter surrounded the room when our teacher, Mr. Ray seemed to have misread the new students name. I couldn't help but crack a smile as well.
Mr. Ray quickly fixed his pronunciation in embarrassment, and kept on talking with his redning cheeks. He was pretty old with his misfunctuing hair and wrinkly skin. I'm surprised he hasn't retired or anything, but I guess he loves the academy more than most of us.
"Pinnock! I meant Pinnock. Leigh-Anne Pinnock."
He glanced at his papers, a couple times before his expression on his face seemed to have changed dramatically.
"Wow. Um, there seems to be a prob- I mean, a disadvantage for this girl. It appears that she can't talk or speak."
His words grabbed my attention, and from the looks of it, so did others.
A girl who can't speak? That's a little strange. I've read about it in some fanfictions here and there, but I didn't think it was actually possible.
"Well, in other words, she's mute. So I guess, knowing you guys, don't make fun of her or anything rude. How would you prefer it if you had the same disability," my teacher scorned us. He is correct though. I get made fun of way too much from other people. I find that stupid.
I'm Jade by the way. Jade Thirlwall. I am, as many people call it, a 'nerd' of this academy. Yes. I said academy. I live in a talent academy. It's a lot like a high school, except you live in it and learn to sing, dance, draw, write, ect.
It's a little strange, to be honest. I mean, I already have a hard time figuring out why school was created, but a school where you live in? Yikes!
My mother decided it was best for me if I wanted to pursue me dreams, but I honestly feel as if I'm going nowhere! I hardly have any friends ever since I've been rumored to have herpes or some other weird disease.
I tapped my pencil against my desk when I heard the door slowly creek open, allowing to show a pretty girl bit by bit. Her curly hair was beautifuly put down, her brown eyes glimmered with what seemed like hope, and her tanned like skin shimmered in the glowing light. It was hard to imagine her being taunted with beauty like that. I mean, even her outfit seemed to be spot on. It wasn't too classy, but it wasn't too boring neither.
I watched her walk up to the front of the class, looking as nervous as I always do just about everywhere where there is people.
"Class, this is Leigh-Anne Pinnock. Please be kind and give her a hello."
Mr.Ray smiled a comforting smile at Leigh-Anne as everyone said as he told them to do, including me.
Once it was silent again, he glanced at the class before saying, "Leigh-Anne, you can sit next to Jade. She will be your roomate from now on. Jade raise your hand please."
Once I heard my name, I quickly panicked inside as thoughts started racing in my head.
What if she doesn't like me?
She'll probably treat me like everyone else!
After a while, I finally gained the courage to raise my hand, and waited for her to reject me.
Surprisingly though, she smiled at me and walked towards me in a friendly manner.
Wait, what? That is unusual. Well, she doesn't know anything about me yet, so that's probably why.
Leigh-Anne sat in the empty seat next to me that I have forgotten was even there. It's been a long time since anyone sat in that seat.
I hesitated at first, questioning if I should talk or not. I don't want to hut her feelings, and brag at how I can speak and she can't. How is she even going to talk to me? Is she going to use sign language or something. Do mute people even use that?
Mr. Ray went back to the lesson on how to read music notes (which to be honest, I don't really care about).
"Uh, h-hi. Im Jade. Wait, you already know that. Um, as you know I'm Jade, Jade Thirlwall."
I mentally slapped myself before going on.
"Hopefully we can get along and become friends," I said with a smile to show she's welcome. I was glad I didn't mess that up. She probably already hates me.
Leigh-Anne smiled back.
Wow, she doesn't hate me. She doesn't hate me!
I felt excitement run up my body, realizing that this could actually be a long term friendship. Although, she's probably going to drop me when people start picking on her for hanging with me.
"Okay, class someone please tell me, what note this is, and how many beats it has."
I furrowed my eyebrows. Who doesn't know that it's a quater note, and that it has 4 beats? This is like 4th grade stuff!
"Um, Perrie! What note is it?"
Mr. Ray pointed at the white board, expecting her to answer, but Perrie sat there, starring blankly into distance. She didn't come back, untill one of her friend shook her.
Her head shot up, wondering why everyone was looking at her. I don't know why she's surprised, she always gets all the attention.
"Uh, w-what?"
Mr. Ray sighed before repeating the question.
"That girl over there is labeled as one of the popular. Everyone just seems to like her for some reason," I whispered over to Leigh-Anne.
Well, there is a reason. She's gorgeous! Beautiful blue eyes that make you melt when looking at them, beautiful golden flowing hair that ends right under her shoulders, and an amazing body figure! She has everything I could ask for, everything.
LeighAnne nodded in reply. She stared at her, admiring her beauty like all human beings would do.
There's Perrie, and then there's me. I'm like this scrawny girl with a boy-like body. No one would ever like me, especially not for my looks. Leigh-Anne is probably better off without me. I should probably ask someone to change her dorm room.
"Hey, Leigh-Anne, just to let you know, I'm concidered as an outcast here. I get bullied a lot, so I think it's best if we try to avoid each other. I dont want you to gey involved with my problems."
She gave me a confused look that, for some reason turned into a smile, making ME become confused.
Is she relieved now that she doesn't have to pretend to be my friend?
I waited for a reply, before remembering that she couldn't talk.
Anxiously, I watched her pull something out her little backpack.
It was a journal.
Is that how she replies? Huh. I thought it would be much more complicated. It's a good thing though. I have no idea how to read sign language.
Leigh-Anne started writing. Her handwriting was beautiful. I guess I shouldn't be surprised since this is the way she communicates.
Before I could read what she was writing down, she held it up.
Gosh she's a quick writer.
"I don't care if people treat you incorrectly. I would really like to be your friend. You seem like such a nice person, and no one has the right to treat you that way," it read.
I looked at her. She was smiling. She actually meant it. She wanted to be my friend! I couldn't help but smile at the soothing words that seemed to have healed some wounds
Ding
Ding
Ding
The bell startled me, making me slightly jump. Time seemed to have passed fast for once.
"Come on Leigh-Anne, let's go to our dorm." I pulled Leigh-Anne's hand, leading her out before people could make remarks, and headed off to the start of a new story.
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A /N: Hey guys! Thank you for reading this sucky chapter. I'm here to tell you that in the first four names of the chapter, it shows the POV'S. I've been getting complaints on how I should put POV'S because they get confused on who's narrating. I understand. Just look at the name of the chapter and it will be there. :)
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