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My new uggs hitting the floor was the only sound echoing through the halls. I let Mia dress me this morning; I knew she was just dying to do it so I let her. I told her comfortable and she rolled her eyes and laughed. So I wore black leggings again with uggs and a large long sleeve tan shirt that hung off my shoulders. My hair was down and wavy, falling down just below mid back and spilling over my chest. She did my makeup, making it look natural and let me borrow some nice jewelry. I looked comfortable but cute, just how I like. Christian and Mia both escorted me to the office and after almost a whole hour of waiting, I finally got placed and a class schedule. They were thoroughly impressed with my work, said there a few things I needed to work on but overall I was above average. They placed me in most of my junior classes but I had one senior class as well. Mia offered to walk me to my class, but I shook my head no. I didn't want her to be late on my account. As I turned down a hallway I began to read over my classes.

1st period- U.S History

2nd period-Pre Calculus

3rd period- Art History

4th period- Lunch

6th period- Physics

7th period-English

8th period- Athletics

My eyes bugged out at the very last class. Athletics? What the heck was that supposed to be? Oh god I wanted to run. Athletics could mean anything. And what's involved in every athletic category? Running. That's what. I don't like running. I like reading. I'm uncoordinated and have a low balance tolerance. This is not going to go very well and I know just the person who recommended it. I should have known what Mia was up to the moment she went to talk to the office attendant. She was so happy that we had classes together. I should have registered what she meant when she said classes. Plural. I knew we had English together but I guess that's not all. I continued to walk down the hall, glancing up to look at the numbers to tell which class I should be in.

First class was U.S history. I was really excited but nervous too. I didn't know what to expect from my upcoming peers and knowing that I can't speak. Well it would be a little harder. The Principal made calls to all my teachers, telling them I was a mute. He gave few details of my past and just summed it up to having a traumatic one. The only thing that was traumatic was the fact I could speak. I haven't given up on trying but that will take time. Many would think I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or I couldn't deal with people touching me or I would be withdrawn from people. But in reality, I was so happy to interact with people, even if it meant I couldn't speak. After being kept away from an environment like that, it made me curious. I wanted to be around people and I wanted to be able to participate in normal things like any girl my age would. My dad already took so much away from me. I wasn't going to let him take my free spirit and loving nature away too. They even suggested I should see a therapist. I don't know if it's the worst idea, but I'm just not ready for that yet.

I saw the number on the side of the door that matched the one on my class schedule. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I was now more nervous than excited. Putting my hand around the knob, I opened the door. The classroom was loud, everyone was talking, throwing paper balls at one another, and trying their best to diode them. The teacher was sitting at the edge of a table that was in front of the classroom, next to his desk, observing everything that was going on. I walked up to him and handed him my note. He looked at me and smiled. "You must be, Ana." I nodded my head, trying to give him a smile. I don't know if it worked though. I've been working on the smiling thing along with my speaking. "Glad to have you. The principal called not too long ago, telling me about you."

I could only imagine. I pulled out my pen and notepad. 'what's going on' I wrote and then gestured to the class.

"Ah. Well this is a game we play on Mondays. No one likes coming to school on Monday's so I try to put something together that would be fun. This game is called History Ball. They debate on a topic I give them about history. There are no wrong or right answers, it's simply based on what you think. I split them up into two groups; one group is for while the other is against. If they don't like what the other is saying, I give them permission to throw paper balls at them."

'That sounds like fun' I showed him.

"Watching is even more fun." He smiled and stared at his class.

I have to admit, the teacher is really cute. He looked like he stepped out of a magazine, brown hair, green eyes, and a five o'clock shadow and looked really young, no older than twenty five. And I could tell all the other girls thought so too. They kept eye balling him between throws and some even quit and sat down, just staring. It was weird.

"Okay, everyone. That's enough; it's time to settle down. It's clear who the winner is. Don't you think so, Ana?" Oh, crap. I don't even know what any of them were saying. All I heard was noise, plus I wasn't really paying attention. But I didn't tell them that. I just nodded. They all returned to their seats, I watched and saw that the front row were all girls. I received a few mean looks. He looked at me expectantly. I guess he wanted an actual answer. I really didn't know who the winners were but I just picked the side of the room that was the loudest and had more paper balls being thrown. I wrote 'the right side' and showed. "Well it looks like we are in an agreement." He said smiling. "Go take a seat next to my desk." He said gesturing to me with his hand. I strolled by and sat down at the seat near is desk. It was by a huge window that over looked the football and soccer field. The disapproving noises the two girls gave me didn't escape my attention. "The winner is clearly those who were against." The team who won exploded in loud cheers, while some made 'ugh' noises. Other just didn't give a crap and stayed silent, waiting for the lesson to start or messing with their phones.

"Mr. Force, did you choose that team because this girl said so or because you really believed they did?"

This girl? I have a name and it certainly isn't This Girl.

"In fact Mimi, I do believe your team lost."

"Well it wasn't really a fair argument," said Mimi.

"Are you going to just whine about everything that is unfair? Life is unfair and you have to work in order to get what you want. The world won't cater to you Mimi. Get used to it." Mr. Force returned to his desk, sitting on the edge, like he did the table. "Now let's get started on the lesson."

I looked at Mimi, who was looking at me with a death glare. I guess she was blaming me for the teacher embarrassing her. Heck, I would definitely be embarrassed after being put in my place like that. How I already made at enemy at school already is beyond me. She looked bitter and just plain mean. Something in her eyes flickered. I thought I saw a hint of uncertainty, fear maybe. I'm sure I looked just as mean as she did, but the difference was that I wasn't doing it on purpose. That's just my face, which I am really working on, but for moment like these, maybe not being able to much emotion is a good thing. I was the first to look way once Mr. Force started to speak. "Today we are going to talk about World War II. I'm sure you all know the basic's from previous history classes, but since this is specifically U.S History and were in fact involved in that situation, we will go into great detail."

Call me crazy but I was actually excited about learning this stuff. I read The Book Thief, Night, and the Winds of War. They were all really good books, sad and filled with so much emotion. They all took place during the war and it really got me interested. I just hope this topic won't be as emotional as the books.

"But before we get started I want to introduce our new student." He placed a hand on my desk. "This is Ana. She just got enrolled today." He smiled at me. "Would you like to go to the bored and write down a few things about yourself?"

I nodded my head. I didn't mind at all. I never used to be the shy girl who couldn't stand in front of a class room. I was always the girl who spoke up and wanted to be heard. I spoke out of turn, I got in a lot of trouble cause I could never shut up and now, well I'm the complete opposite. I couldn't talk even if I wanted to, but I wasn't going to let that stop me. So I stood up from my desk and strolled to the front of the room. I grabbed the red marker because I like it better than the blue and took off the cap, pressing it to the bored. I wrote:

My name is Ana.

"Why is she writing it? Why doesn't she just talk? It would be so much easier." It was that Mimi chick who spoke. "Not to mention she would be wasting our time." She mumbled the last part, but I heard quite clear.

I am a mute. I wrote it, hoping that will get her to understand.

"A mute?" Someone else asked.

It means I cannot speak. Put it next to the 'I am mute' sentence as a definition.

"Well why not? Not that I'm complaining." Mimi said.

"Mimi that is enough. You're being disrespectful and I don't appreciate it." Mr. Force said in a hard tone.

"I'm just asking a question." She crossed her arms over chest. What is wrong with her? Why is she being so mean? I have yet to even give her a second glance and she's acting like I stole her boyfriend or something.

I was going to answer her question but it wouldn't be one she would like.

It's none of your business! You're wasting my time. Anyways…

I heard people snicker and I couldn't help but feel good. It was the first time I was actually able to stand up for myself in a while. At least I know she won't try to throw me down the stairs. Well I hope not. Mimi sucked her teeth at me and rolled her eyes. I continued.

I like to read.

I put the cap back on the marker and went to take my seat. "Is that all?" Mr. Force asked.

I nodded.

"Okay than, it's great to have you, Ana." He smiled. "Let's get started."

"Yeah, right." I heard Mimi say.

This is going to be a long period.

The rest of my classes went by fairly quickly. My senior class, which was pre-calculus, was interesting. There were a few boys giving the eyes. I wouldn't say I was uncomfortable but it was…strange. I had to do the whole introductory thing like in my History class and the guys only seemed to be more and more interested. They tried to talk to me, but I didn't give them the time of day. I answered there simple questions, like how old I am, or why am I in a senior class, or what's it like not to talk. It was different interacting with other people, but I found enjoyment in it. That class was over with quit and when I got to Art History I was wondering if I was even in a class room. There was hardly any student s in there at all. Probably no more than fifteen people. I took a seat and made some relatively nice friends. I was excited when lunch came around. I was so hungry; I could feel my stomach eating itself.

"Ana!" I turned and saw Mia running straight for me. "How were your first few classes?" She exclaimed dragging me to a table.

'They were okay.' Pad in hand I wrote to her.

"That's great!"

That reminds me. 'Mia, why did you put me in athletics? I know it was you.'

She gave me a guilty smile. "I'm sorry, I really want you to do cheerleading with me." I raised my hands to object. "Just one day Ana, please. If you don't like it than I will personally take you to the office so you can drop it and choose something else.

'Fine.' I wrote. What's one day? I don't think it would hurt. I will just watch and observe. There is no way I'm going to be doing pyramids anytime soon.

"Eeeekkkkkk! Yay!" She sat down in front of me. "You have made my day better."

Her smile dimmed a little. It was there but it seemed…fake. I looked behind me and saw a few girls walk up. They looked pretty. One was pale and had blonde hair with brown eyes, while another had curly auburn hair and green eyes, and the last one had black hair, not as black as Mia's but it was black with really dark blue eyes. She had an ugly look of disgust on her face. Mimi. Out of all the girls Mia's good wit and charm attracts, it's Mimi. But my guess was that Mia didn't like her, not with that fake smile. They approached the table and I immediately got up and went to sit right next to Mia. She was my comfort zone and Mimi definitely made me uncomfortable.

"I didn't know we were bringing in strays." Mimi said, her icy glare meeting my eyes.

"What are you talking about?" Mia asked, clearly confused.

"Her." She pointed to me.

Mia took offence and said through clenched teeth. "What about her?" Mimi's expression changed from mad to a little scared. It was gone as quickly as it came though. Hearing the way Mia sounded, I would have maybe cringed a little too.

"Why is she here?"

"She's here because I want her to be. She's here because she is my friend. And I don't like the way you're talking about her. I suggest you shut it." Oh god, if looks could kill, Mimi definitely would be dead right now. The other two girls were quiet. They didn't seem to have a problem with me at all. It was just Mimi. And I still don't know what I did to her!

'Imma get food' I wrote to Mia. She nodded and returned to her stair down with Mimi. I got up quickly to escape the confrontation. I could tell they bumped heads all the time and I didn't want to be a part of that. I was standing in line eyes the burgers when a head carelessly wrapped around my shoulder. I looked up and noticed it was one of the guys from my math class who wouldn't stop flirting with me. Tyler was his name. He was cute with his black hair and piercing blue eyes, his shoulders were broad and I knew he played some type of sport. I was clearly checking him out by the sound of my assessment.

"Hey, Ana." He said in a low husky voice. "I couldn't stop thinking about you all day."

I noticed I didn't bring my writing pad with me. I wasn't planning on communicating with anybody. Motioning my hands as if I was writing I shook my head.

"Oh, you don't have your communication utensils. That's alright, I'll just talk." He gave me a crooked smile. "So, I'm throwing this party. I would love it if you came."

A party? I've never been to a party. I tilted my head to the right, giving off my hint of elaboration. He got it.

"It's going to be a pool party. This Friday night at my house. Everyone will be there; I hope you can make it."

A pool party. It sounds like fun.

"What do you say? Will you come?"

I nodded. I wanted to go and I'm sure Mia would be thrilled to go. She seemed like the partying type and it will give me chances to make some new friends.

"Come where?" We both turned and saw Mimi. I managed to not roll me eyes.

"Oh, hey Mimi, I was just inviting Ana to my party." He smiled at me. It was also then I noticed that his arm was still wrapped around my neck, hanging off my shoulder.

"Why would you invite her?" She scowled at me. I think she was a little jealous. "She weird."

"No she's not. She may be different but she isn't weird. I like her." Tyler shrugged a shoulder at her.

"What do you mean you like her?" I saw her hands twitch.

"I like her. Exactly what I said."

"You used to like me." She gritted out. "Is she the new toy?"

"Mimi, what is wrong with you? She is my friend."

Okay so I was getting a little bit uncomfortable. Actually very uncomfortable.

"Whatever. I don't care. I stopped liking you anyways. There's a much hotter senior who I have my eye on."

"Umm, okay. Then why are you over here being a bitch and talking down on Ana? Jealousy isn't an attractive quality. I suggest you fix it for your new senior boy toy."

Her mouth parted in surprise.

Not letting her speak he said, "Look I really don't have time for this." He turned to look at me. "I'll see you later Ana. Make sure you come." He gave me a small hugged and left me…with Mimi. God.

Ignoring her, I turned around determined to get that burger without any intrusions.

But of course she had other plans. "He only feels sorry for you."

I flipped my hand in the air, telling her I didn't care and I didn't want her around. I've had bad experience with bad people for too many years and I wasn't going to let her be another problem for me to face. I didn't have time for her or to make enemies. I wanted to make friends. "I'm glad you can't talk. Cause then I could say whatever I wanted without you saying anything back." I guess she could take talking to me back so she grabbed my shoulders and forcefully turned me around. "Listen to me and listen closely. Stay away from Tyler, do not go to that party, and another, just stay out of my way period." She took a step closer and I could practically feel her breath on my cheek. "I'm not playing around."

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't say anything. I couldn't even write anything. But luckily I didn't have to. I saw a familiar face coming towards me out of the corner of my eye. Mimi was still in my face, daring me to protest.

"Is there a problem here?" I sighed in relief.

She moved away and smiled brightly. "Christian!" Well she seemed happy. I moved away from her and quickly ran next to Christian, gripping his upper arm and clinging to him like a lifeline. Mimi seemed like a person not to mess with, but I could tell she was all talk. I couldn't imagine her winning a fight, not that I would either but still. And her face immediately changed from happy to confused to angry all with five seconds. I see guess she didn't know that I knew Christian. I just gave her another reason to hate me and make me her target. She tried to mask her hate with a fake smile. "Everything is fine. I was just welcoming Ana to school."

He looked at me with concern. "Is that true?"

I shook my head no. Mimi was a liar. And I knew right there and then that she had a major crush on him. "You can't believe her Christian, she's lying." She placed a hand on her hip, much like what Mia does and sucked her teeth.

"I don't believe that. Stop being a bully and leave her alone. She's done nothing to you."

"Why is everyone sticking up for her? You, Mia, Tyler. Really? Who gives a fuck?"

"Come on." Completely ignoring her, he tugged me a long with him.

Wait! I yelled in my mind. I still haven't gotten my dam\n burger! I pulled Christian to a stop. He looked at me and I pointed to the food and then lifted me hands like I was holding a burger and pretending to bite into it.

He chuckled at my little charade and guided me farther into the line. Mimi jut stormed off in a fit, returning to Mia's table. Christian didn't leave like Tyler did and I was thankful. I didn't want another conflict with Mimi. And something told me that wasn't going to be the last time.

Next time I am bringing my Pen and Paper.

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