Misty POV
One of the hardest things of life is being mute.
Apparently, I was able to talk, but when my birth parents were murdered when I was two years old, my throat was sliced. Dad adopted me afterwards, and I could listen but not talk. That's perfectly fine by me. You shouldn't make more noise than you need to.
Since I could not debate easily, (typing does not come as fast as talking, even though I could type at over 100 wpm) I got into law study, reading all sorts of law books. Dad says I probably can type them by heart. He's probably right.
One time, when I put some suggestions for Erudite, Jeanine showed suspicion to anything done by me. Dad warned me that she is not to be trusted, and how IQ is insignificant in choosing a leader that does the best for society.
I completely agree.
Other than law study, I have another habit - cameras. I don't know why, maybe it's because I have Erudite blood. But then again, not all Erudites like to study all the time. Just like I can't talk at all, I am still Candor. Very Candor.
Still, cameras are incredibly interesting. As are other tech. Dad is a technology vegetable, I do most of his tech work. Which gives me the added bonus of being able to know everything that is going on. Just to satisfy my own curiosity.
I can't accuse people of doing wrong things easily, as I cannot talk and the Erudite teachers are more likely to believe someone who talks than a mute person. It's unfair, but again, I can't really argue. Teachers deem Candors more trustworthy, another built-in stereotype. When two Candors have opposing versions of what happened, the teachers typically investigate further, but since I am mute, the teachers never believe me. Never.
So if I have proof, they can't say I recorded it - I can't talk. That is why I carry a always-recording mic everywhere I go. And that is how I caught nine year old Peter Hayes bullying a seven year old, and then saying that the other kid started it. And they trusted him.
Just because we are Candor and can't lie, doesn't mean people don't.
When I gave the principal proof, he scoffed. Said I recorded it myself.
I reported the principal to Dad as soon as I got home. The principal was suspended, but Peter got away unscathed. Dad wanted to punish him, but he couldn't.
Dad said that video evidence is always better that audio evidence, so I set up video cameras all over our home. I may be being paranoid, but I don't think so.
There is that nagging feeling in my gut that tells me that I am not paranoid. At all.
Even if I am, you can never be too careful.
Right?