This is a story that I wrote for my English class (but with different names). Please tell me what you think of the title, the story and everything else so I can summit the story back in so it can be published in my schools yearly student writing/ art book. Suggestions would be appreciated, too.

To LadyClaire: I also added to it, so it might be a little different from what you remember, Claire.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in the story. I do own the plot.

"The Complexity of Lip Reading"

(Based on a true story)

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Here I am, working away in class when a sudden force hits the back of my head, causing me to flinch. It didn't hurt. It's just I am not used to being hit, on the back of my head.

I twist around quickly and scan the room.

Everyone's eyes are glued onto their papers.

Frowning, I turn back around, my eye catching something white and crinkled on the ground.

Bending to the side, I pick it up. The messy scrawl inside tells me it is from my friend, Claire. She really needs to practice writing. It looks like a troll wrote this!

Looking up, I look at Claire with a confused look.

"What?" I mouth. She mouthed something that looked a bit like "Where is otter?"

"What?" What is she talking about? What otter?

"I want blotter." Oh god… this could take a while. I really can't lip read.

"Wait, You want blotter?"

"No! I want to squatter."

By 'I want to squatter', I was much more confused then starting out. It must have shown because Claire looked frustrated. Her face was all scrunched up and red.

"Wait, WHAT?" oops… I said that a bit loud. Everyone snapped their heads up and stared at me. Some of my classmates were snickering and others looked just as confused as I did.

"Lily, where's Potter?" She finally said, not mouthing this time. Why does she want to know where James Potter is?

I look next to me. Potter is not in his seat.

"Oh," I say under my breath. I look back up at her with a why-are-you-asking-? look.

"How am I supposed to know?" I yell, waving my quill in the air like a manic. I still can't believe she threw a note at me asking that! GOSH! Why do I even care where Potter is? Do people expect me to know everything!

Its not like I like him or anything…

"Oh, ok. I will ask Sirius." She turns around to ask Sirius, who sits behind her. WHY COULDN'T SHE JUST DO THAT BEFORE!!!

I don't understand why she had to throw a note across the room to ask me, when all she had to do was just turn around and ask Potter's best friend!

The students are now howling, clutching their desks in front of them.

I must have given a funny expression— an expression of disgust or horror… something like that. I feel my face starting to heat up, so I quickly look down at my paper, trying avoiding the laughter.

I am really relieved that Potter was not here to see that. I cannot begin to describe the horror of what would've happened if he walked into the room. He would see my red face and say something stupid, like, "Ah, Evans! So I was right after all!"

Which is totally not true!

I really need to learn how to lip read. And fast! That was just too embarrassing.

Do you have any suggestions?

My teacher was looking for a climax… but I thought there was one, was there? Do I need to add more detail?

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