Chapter One
BPOV
"These violent delights have violent e-e-ends—"
Ugh, this is why I hate reading out loud to the class. I make Romeo & Juliet sound like a rap video with my stuttering.
*Jasper raises his hand…*
Jasper I swear to God if you comment on my reading I will shoot you…
"Mr. Englewood!" Jasper manages to squeak out between the "oh oh oh pick me" grunts he makes in order to get the teachers attention. "Mr. Englewood!!! Over here!"
"Yes Jasper?"
"Well, if I could sir, may I offer this bit of advice to my colleague, Bella?"
"Jasper not now I have to teach the class—"
"Bella! I heard if you speak to someone who suffers from a stutter really slowly the stutter gets cured by hearing the annunciations of all the vowels that most Americans over look and trail off with as they slur their words…"
I warned him…I am loading my gun now. I'm doing it…that kid is a dead man!
"Ok Jasper…that's enough" Mr. Englewood announced, a little too late. Now the class was laughing. I don't know if it was at me, or Jasper's speech.
I raised my hand with my hand in the form of a peace sign, (Mr. Englewood's way of asking to go to the bathroom with out disrupting the class...he is so strange…)
The teacher looked at me and silently nodded.
I took my Dolce bag and headed to the bathroom. I held back the minor tears that formed when I thought about the class maybe laughing at me.