Have you ever wondered what it was like to be a mute? Not being able to make a sound? Or even to tell someone to say a simple stop? This is a story about a young boy named Frank Iero. And he is a mute.

Chapter 1 General POV

Laying in his bed, on a friday morning was a boy named Frank. He was a little different then everyone. He had Brown hair with a fringe in his face, he normally wore skinny jeans and band t-shirts. He also wore eye liner and converse or vans. But that isnt the only thing that made him different. He couldnt talk. Ever since he was a baby, even though babies cant talk but thats not the point, he couldnt. His parents had tried to teach him, but his voice just didnt work. Frank had learned sign language, but his parents didnt really care too even try to. So Frank's world was a quiet one. No one to talk to. He had no friends at home or at school. No one liked him. Every one thought he was a weirdo and a freak. So he just kept to himself. The sun was just starting to peak through Frank's room when his eyes had fluttered open. He sat up rubbing his eyes dreading the thought of having to rise from the comfort of his soft comfy bed. After moments of questioning himself if he should even care about going to school, he got out of bed and went into the bathroom. A shower is the perfect way to wake up in the morning. Right? Reaching into the tub Frank turned the water on to 'hot.' whilst waiting for the water to get warm enough, he started to undress himself from his pj's. Starting with his overly large t-shirt, pulling it over his messy bed head type hair and onto the ground revealing his scarred arms. He then pulled down his sweat pants and put them with his t-shirt. After checking the water one last time and seeing it was perfect, he stepped in and let the water wash over him. Closing his eyes and putting his head back, Frank relaxed.
After Showering and throwing on some clothes, he walked out of his room and into the kitchen to grab some water. After taking a swig of it, he threw it in his bag and walked past his parents and out of the front door. while walking down the side walk to school, he saw the school bus drive by him. He always tried to avoid buses. Bad things happened on them. When Frank arrived at school, he walked to the door of his first class. Frank never stayed where the other kids were. He wanted to stay away from them so he wouldnt get hurt. He looked at his watch and saw he had a half hour until the bell rang. Sliding down the wall, he grabbed his laptop out of his black and red messenger bag and logged into his account. While reading his text book on his laptop, the school bell rang indicating that school has started and the students had to get to class. Frank put his laptop away and started to stand when one of the jocks walked by and knocked him down.
"Stay out of my way freak." Frank looked down and rose slowly then walked into the class and into his seat all the way in the back of the class. As soon as all of the students that were present today were in the class, the teacher started to talk about ww1. Frank, not paying attention stared out the window. After the school day was over, Frank collected all of his belongings and walked out of the classroom and headed to the front door of the school. With the sight of the door in franks view, a small smile grew upon his face. "What are you smiling at weirdo?" one of the jocks named jack asked.
Frank looked down.
"Come on queer answer me, whats wrong cat got your tongue?" Jack asked pushing Frank against the lockers holding him up by his shirt.
"Answer me and i will let you go." Jack said smirking at his comment knowing Frank cant speak. Jack rose his hand up and swung at Frank, landing his fist in the middle of Frank's face.