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Clare's POV

"Helen! Just give her away! Do you know how that bastard is tearing us apart!" Dad yelled at Mom, and tears formed as Dad called me a bastard. Mom, left me in the hallway, and I can perfectly hear Mom and Dad arguing and fighting. 3 years old. Darcy, 7 years old, saw me sitting there, crying. "Clare." She whispers, feeling bad I can't just simply leave the spot. "I'm so sorry." Darcy whispers, and cries with me.

I guess since I don't have to waste time and energy to talk or walk, I can memorize every conversation, detail or topic. Everything I read, stays in my mind. I wish, I can forget about things, and act as if they never happened. "I love you Helen." I heard Glen say, and I roll my eyes. "Clare!" Jake calls, not used to the fact I can't reply. "CLARE!" Jake screams, hoping for me to come over. I don't blame him, I hoped I can just magically hop off my wheelchair, and go over to Jake and talk to him, using my mouth. But reality hits me.

Jake! I can't go over there! Can you bring me? I type, hoping for a response. I heard Jake groan, and he never replied. I roll my eyes, and the door rings. "Helen! Glen!" I hear Ms. Dawes' voice echo through the house, and then I hear Bobbi's western accent behind her. "Where's Clarebear?" I smile, and I see her holding a box. I'm Here! I announce, and they go and wheel me into the kitchen.

I see a big box, with a sign on it that says, "Happy Early Birthday Clare!" Written in Bobbi's handwriting. I tilt my head, hoping for an answer. "Clare, here's your electric wheelchair! Since you can "talk" I decided you should have some freedom to move around." Bobbi cheered. I smiled, and waited for my Mom, Bobbi and Ms. Dawes to assemble it. Mom lifts me into the electronic one, and the buttons are in range for my fingers. Thanks guys. I never through you. I write, realizing my mistake. I mean, I never thought bad about you. I correct, earning a smile from them.

At Degrassi

Bobbi was taking a lunch break, so I asked if I can go to class myself. I was going down the hallway, and three boys, Owen, Fitz and Julian came up to me. "Hey wassup? Wanna do it? Don't worry, little special ed kid, Imma go easy on you." Julian asks, and I pray for no trouble. Owen comes up to me. "Well come on! Answer him slut!" Owen demands. I left my AAC with Bobbi, and I couldn't answer. "That little slut wants the three of us doesn't she?" Fitz came in, and kissed my cheek. Owen and Julian copy, and they start touching me.

"GET THE HELL OFF OF HER!" I hear a voice yell. I turn my head, to see a guy running up to them. He shoves Julian, and punches Fitz. Owen runs off with Julian, and the guy and Fitz get into a fight. The guy punched Fitz, knocking him onto the ground. "Stupid Emo Boy, can't you see the slut wants us?" Fitz asked, causing "Emo Boy" to punch his jaw. He comes up to me, and observes me. Eli! "You ok?" Eli asks, as he wheels me into English. I nod my head.

There are a million things to ask, and can't ask until Bobbi comes back with my AAC. "Clare, you've got to be de-" Eli starts, but pauses. "Never mind." He mumbles, and sits in his seat. Ms. Dawes walks in, and writes an assignment on the board. "Work with your partner, begin." She instructs.

There are things about people that they can't control. Write about how that thing affects life.

Bobbi comes rushing in through the front door, and hands me my AAC. Thanks Bobbi. Thanks Eli. Why did you save me? I ask, and Eli shrugs. "Well, I'm bipolar and people used to tease me about it, and I can't let that happen to you, honestly." Eli answers.

You're bipolar? That doesn't seem possible I comment. "And it doesn't seem possible that you're extremely cute cerebral palsy patient." Eli remarks, and I blush. Did he just call me extremely cute? "And your eyes are beautiful. The prettiest I've ever seen." Eli adds, causing me to blush more. "Hey Clare, read this." Eli shows me his paper, holding it for me.

Sixteen-year-old Clare has a photographic memory. Her head is like a video camera that is always recording. Always. And there's no delete button. She's the smartest kid in her whole school—but NO ONE knows it, but her English partner, her aid and her English teacher. She's cute, pretty, sexy, smart, funny, and sassy and can show it without saying a single word.

I can read over where he scratched out words. I blush. "Clare, your Mom has a request for you." Ms. Dawes announces.

Two Weeks Later

For the past two weeks, my AAC was taken away, and I've been attending speech therapy. Mom says that there might be a chance for me to be able to talk. 8 sessions a day, no school at all, I've been tired. All of the time, my therapist talking and yapping, and I can't say my comments. Mom's been spending thousands of dollars just for me to have 2 months' worth of speech therapy, 8 sessions a day.

"Helen, for all means, I can pay for speech therapy." Glen insisted when they got married. "Glen, Clare is perfect just the way she is. "A disabled child. Helen, it'll be more beneficial for Clare to be able to communicate with others, not being stuck inside her little bubble." Glen informed Mom, and she rolled her eyes. "Jake's been wanting a real conversation with Clare, and he knows that's not going to happen anytime soon, I'm serious." Glen sighs. "I know Glen!" My Mom exclaims, and they end the conversation there.

"Dog. Dawg. Cat. Kat." Dr. Cordin whispered, as I sat there, staring at her big brown eyes. "FOR GODS SAKE WHY WON'T YOU TALK?" Dr. Cordin yells, and she calms down. It's like that, every session, every day, every week.

Why won't I talk? I wish I could.

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