Mute Boy

There's a day in a person's life that a person dreads the most. Mine would be today. I already know it's not going to be great. There's nothing to look forward to or anything. And it's all because of you, Stella.
I there on my bed for the longest time, stalling I guess u could say. But I eventually got up, took a shower, and walked down the hallway to the living room. It was quiet so I assumed my parents had already left. My stomach was tied into so many knots I decided to skipped breakfast. I retrieved my notebook from the wooden coffee table. That's all I'll need, I thought, it's all I have. Then I walked out the door.

I live about a block away from my new high school, Fletcher High, so walking was never a problem. It rarely ever got below the forties and the winter so it never snowed and so the only thing I ever had to worry about was rain. It was sunny out today a beautiful day to some people. But for some reason I felt like I was about to walk off a cliff so I didn't really care. When I was at the front of the school I just stopped and stared. There was nothing fancy about the school, it was small and a little ugly, but it was decent. I finally sat down until the bell rang.

I roamed around the school with my schedule and notebook in my hands. I don't need anyone's help. I can find my class on my own, even if it is the middle of the year. The bell rang again as I was approaching my first class. Great, I was tardy. I stepped into the classroom just as the teacher was about to begin. He turned toward me and looked me up and down. I could tell we weren't going to get along well because he was definitely going to judge me from my appearance. From the skinny jeans I wear every day, the band logo T-shirts, but definitely my blonde hair with blue streaks that often fell in face, and the piercing on my lip. Yeah this was not going to be fun.

"You must be Alec Murphy." He said in a deep voice. I nodded and he placed a hand on my shoulder. "Well Alec, is there anything you want to say before we get started?" I shook my head fast. I was starting to get a little mad because I knew if it was anyone but me he wouldn't do this.
"What's the matter? Can't talk?" some yelled from the back of the room.

When I shook my head everyone was taken off guard. I looked down at my notebook and snatched a pencil from the teacher's desk, which was right behind me, and started writing in my notebook in big dark letters. When I finished I extended my arm to show the entire class. It read: 'What were you expecting?'
"Well, definitely not someone like you." The person from the back called.
"That's enough everyone!" the teacher turned back to me "As for you, your parents haven't notified the office about this." I raised my eyebrows, which were probably covered by my hair, as if to say really? "So I can only assume you're lying." I couldn't believe this. "Just take a seat in the back!" he ordered. I did as told and took my seat.

For the rest of the class I just sat there quietly, which isn't really hard for me to do, and then realized I didn't even know the teacher's name. Before I could think about it another second the bell rang and I rushed out the door. I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going, just that I had to get out of there. But because I wasn't paying attention I ran into one of the many students of the school. Unfortunately when I fell I tried to grab onto something to and I grabbed the student's books with me and fell flat to the ground. I looked up to see a guy that was twice my size in height and muscle and he looked furious, but when he saw my face terror spread across him. Why would someone be afraid of me, Stella? As quickly as the first time he was furious again.

"Watch it!" he yelled at me. Some students had stopped and stared at us. I tried to stand back up but he pushed me back down. "That's what you get" he said and picked up his books and walked away.
I finally got back to my feet and realized I was clutching my notebook tightly. I looked down at my schedule to find out where my next class was and headed in that direction. I walked inside the room, trying to look as if I were just another student. It didn't work and after I took my seat in the front row the teacher asked "Are you Alec Murphy?" I nodded. "Then welcome to Geometry class! I'm Mrs. Smith, please have a seat where ever you want." I stared at her for a second. She was short, shorter than me and I barely make it over 5' 3". Mrs. Smith was also old and wrinkly with short gray hair. She smiled a fake smile at me as I took a seat in the back once again. I could tell her happiness for me being here was definitely false.

No one was staring at me so once I took my seat, it took all my strength to pay attention to the lesson Mrs. Smith was conducting. I could not fail geometry again; this was my second year of it. So I did what I could to participate by taking notes here and there, of postulates and theorems.
"Does anybody know what makes this triangle congruent?" Mrs. Smith asked. For once I knew the answer so I scribbled it down on my paper and raised my hand. "Alec?" I held up my paper with the answer on it high over my head with both my hands. "Yes that's correct, but could you say the answer out loud?" I shook my head furiously. "You have it right, just say the answer!"

I pulled down my paper and started writing again then held it back up for the teacher to see. 'I can't!' it read in bold letters. Everyone was starting at me now.
"Stop goofing off, Alec or you'll be going to the principal's office!" Is she serious, Stella! I'm trying to tell her that I can't say anything but she's not getting it. I just gave up and sat there with my mouth closed, staring into Mrs. Smiths eyes. "Are you going to answer the question out loud now?" Everyone was still staring at me, waiting for my answer. They probably took some joy in it when I shook my head no. "TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE!" I flinched back as she shrieked. Then I stood and picked up my notebook. "You can leave your notebook her, it will be safe."

I didn't answer even look at her as I picked up the notebook anyway. Why did I bring this one to school if it's so special from me? I would never leave it behind. Separating me from this notebook is like- No. I can't bring myself to think about that right now. Not here in front of everyone. It has to be when I'm alone. I'll come back to the thought. Even if I don't want to, I've already opened up the wound again and it has to be tended to again. I can't avoid it.

I walked around the back of the class so I wouldn't have to walk passed Mrs. Smith. My notebook was pressed tight against my chest as if the teacher was going to run over here and yank it from me. Wandering eyes watched me the entire time as I walked to the door. I glanced at the teacher and saw that she was glaring at me so I quickly stepped into the empty hallway.
At that moment I felt angry. I was angry at everyone for being stupid and misunderstanding. I was dreading going to the principal because I knew what was going to happen and it was not going to be pleasant.