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So here I am.

In the office.

Again.

"He will be with you shortly," said a woman.

I give her a quick glance. She doesn't like her job, is mildly adorable, and is childish. She looked up, feeling my eyes tracing her facial features.

"You're Sora sight?" she questioned, holding up a school roster.

I nodded.

"And you're mute, yes?"

I responded with a second nod.

"You speak sign language?"

I nod again.

"Great, I need the practice!" she stated excitedly.

She held up her hands began to sign-

What is your name? My name is Y-U-F-F-I-E

S-O-R-A. Cool name.

Thanks.

Who is see me S-H-O-R-T-L-Y?

Oh yeah, I cannot sign well. But I can do it! Mostly…

P-R-I-N-C-I-P-A-L

Oh shit.

Why?

College.

I made an understanding nod at this. Perhaps they were trying to help me get in somewhere.

Your brother came in earlier, he seems nice. I have a brother too.

He is C-L-O-U-D. What is brother name?

Sign language + grammar EVIL

V-I-N-C-E-N-T, he is deaf.

"Yuffie," a very deep voice punctured the silence. "Send him in."

"Yes Sir."

Tell V-I-N-C-E-N-T I say hi

"Ok, I will," she said smiling.

I walked to the back of the office and found a narrow hallway.

"Over here," the same voice called.

I followed it and peaked into a large room.

Some one likes green. A lot.

Green was plastered everywhere. The walls were green, picture frames were green, the computer was green, even the sticky notes on this guy's desk were green.

"Sora Mimura," he said. "Please sit down."

Sit.

He started with the classic question.

"How are you?"

OK, I signed.

"Oh that's right, mute."

He took out a (guess what color,) green piece of paper and green pen. Then placed them in front of me with hesitation, as if those items were prized possessions and he felt uncomfortable with some one else touching them.

Yeah, like I want to touch anything in this room.

"Good, so you must be wondering why I called you here." He said, getting back to his curt voice that stated clearly 'I mean business.'

Oh that did not make me feel good at all as I sunk into the chair a bit.

I went to pick up the pen, ready to answer any question thrown at me. With it I earned a satisfying twitch of his left brow.

"A few colleges have been interested in having you in their classes and such. Do you know why Mister Mimura?"

Shake head.

He cleared his throat.

"Your learning style. In fact, a lot of colleges would love to have a student who learns by reading and observing, then is able to perform immediately."

He let that information sink in with a pause.

Sensing discomfort from my direction he continued confidently-

"All your teachers have informed me that your grades are, to say the least – exceptionally high. And it seems you are giving signs you are not pushing yourself. Is this true?"

Shrug.

"Well to put it in short Mister Mimura, you would do better with another school educating you. Apparently we are not enough of a challenge and are not performing our job to suit you."

What?!

"I dare say, even your PSAT score was the equivalent of 100."

You can't make me change schools! I have friends here-and what happens if I go somewhere else? None! I'll have no one to communicate with!

"Next year, or at the end of the semester, you may be transferred to a new school. I have already informed your mother. She seems…quite excited."

I never thought I'd think this, but I don't want to leave the hell hole for good.

"However, if you do not want to transfer this year, I can have an arrangement with some friends of mine for you to have internet classes. This may add to your work load considerably. But, before I can do any of that, you must take a few tests for your core classes. If you do well enough, which I have no doubt that you won't, I'll remove those classes and place you in the computer room with Mister Symer for the second semester to work on your internet courses."

Oh thank god.

I made a sigh of relief.

"You may want to study. These tests contain material for grades eleven through twelve and some college level literature. Understand?"

Nod.

In impatient lettering I wrote,

When do I take this test?

"In two weeks."

Thank you I signed.

I got up.

"One last thing. There was a man who came by earlier. He said something about taking you to a doctor's appointment of some sort. I believe his name was Leo, Leon?"

Wha-?!

"Anyway, he should be in the office in two minutes," he stated, peering at his watch.

I decided carefully to nod slowly.

On my way out I turned back to look at the name plate on his desk.

Principal Ansem Noeart

This of course made me turn back, pick up his glorious green pen (getting another twitch,) and write on the paper once again.

Is your real name Ansem?

He gazed at the paper.

"No. My father was titled, 'Ansem the Wise.' I am merely using his name to earn some respect around here."

Oh yeah, Ansem was the greatest teacher who ever walked the earth. He taught art and literature. He had to retire this year because he developed cancer, but he was not leaving without a trophy. He had earned teacher of the year for every year he taught. Knowing him from last year, he really was the best. He made sure everyone who entered his classroom understood what he meant, and gave individual attention to everyone. Considering his classes were always full with over sixty kids, this was a great feat in itself. No one was afraid to ask his questions, and if someone had a problem, he was someone who you could be comfortable with talking to no matter what the situation was. He took problems to the heart and gave stern advice to those who needed a good slap, and encouraged those who needed support. He was also the one who introduced me to Kairi in eighth grade. He somehow made a connection between us, though how he found it, I'll never know. The fact that this guy was pretending to be anything close to him disgusted me. He was low, and nothing like the real guy.

I looked at a letter address to Xemnas Noeart on his desk.

I decided his name should be Xemmy. It suited him, maybe a little too well.

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Now I'm waiting in the office for Leon, watching Yuffie mess wit her phone. I think she was sending text messages.

"Darn piece of cat poo!" she spat in to the phone. I noted that it was an iphone.

She sighed.

"I'll never be able to send TM's faster than him! No fair…"

I got up and tapped her shoulder.

Who?

"Vincent."

Can I see?

"Yeah, you can try, " she said pouting.

uloveme2cold: Hello?

unholy.valentine: Who are you

He didn't even add a question mark. Hmph.

uloveme2cold: Sora.

unholy.valentine: oh.

unholy.valentine: Hi

uloveme2cold: What are you doing?

Oh yes, I'm a curious person.

unholy.valentine: Cooking

uloveme2cold: Cooking what?

unholy.valentine: eggs bacon pancakes

uloveme2cold: lol, did you just wake up?

unholy.valentine: yeah

uloveme2cold: Do you have a job?

unholy.valentine: no

uloveme2cold: You could work you know.

unholy.valentine: I'm deaf

uloveme2cold: So? You could teach sign language here!

uloveme2cold: I really need some help with that.

uloveme2cold: Besides, Yuffie is awfully lonely.

uloveme2cold: I can tell.

unholy.valentine: Maybe

uloveme2cold: I'll be in your class, cause I'm mute myself.

unholy.valentine: Really?

uloveme2cold: Really.

unholy.valentine: Maybe I'll ask Yuffie about it later

uloveme2cold: good

unholy.valentine: Thanks

uloveme2cold: g2g, Yuffie wants to talk to you.

She didn't really, but I wanted an excuse to get off and wait for Leon.

unholy.valentine: Bye

uloveme2cold: Bye Vincent.

I handed her phone back. She seemed astounded.

"You can type really fast."

When you have no voice, your hands become your only means of communication. I smiled.

"Sora, let's go."

"oh, um, Sir," Yuffie said turning about, "you need to sign him out before you go."

He frowned.

"Have a pen?" he asked.

I nodded and took the one from my pocket, then handed it to him.

Chocolate moose, hmmm… I thought as I rested my elbow on the counter Leon was using as a table to write on. I watched his eyes. The intensity of them was almost unnerving , but they were really quite beautiful. Stormy blue…

"Here," he said, giving me back my pen.

This gave me an opportunity to notice in the storm of his eyes there were little gray flecks.

I could tell I was blushing slightly now.

"Where's your bag?"

Um, in the classroom.

BRRRING!

Oh joy. Traffic.

I open the door to exit the office and brave the incoming tide of students.

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This was three pages of notebook paper, but I write really small, so it was five pages typed. Teachers hate my writing.

New chappie yay! It's short, I know. I'll do better next time. ;

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