Chapter 3
Ruthi's blog
Hi, again, thanks to all you lovely people who commented inspiring words on my blog. I know how hard it is for some of you to speak up, for whatever reason.
Allison tried to get me to order my food at the diner, the other day. I sat in the booth and thought about all the advice and encouragement you guys had given me, I practised what I was going to say to the waitress, before she came over to our table. Nothing came out. I sat there in silence. The woman looked at me and smiled as Allison ordered my food.
I couldn't even thank her when she came back to our table. I couldn't even talk to Allison. It felt like everyone in the diner was staring at me. I couldn't make words form or even smile as the waitress came back to take away our plates. It was so embarrassing.
Allison comforted me on the drive home, telling me it was all right and maybe I would be able to talk next time. I hope so.
Paul is acting really weird now, and dad doesn't seem to mind him coming home at odd hours in the morning, dripping wet.
Last night he got home at about half six, when I was getting up.
He's joined Sam's gang, I know that much. They call themselves 'The Protectors' but they seem like trouble. I'm sure they're all on steroids, you can practically see Sam and Paul growing and beefing out from normal lanky teenage boys.
Neither of them will tell me what's going on, Sam even ignored me.
Sam started this gang a few years ago, when he disappeared for two years. When he came back, he broke up with Leah, who he'd been dating for over three years, and started dating her cousin, Emily, and she was mauled by a bear around the same time as they started dating. I know that's probably just a coincidence.
Moving on, I know what I want to do with my life, I want to be an artist. Paul and Sam were always impressed with my drawings and photography, but I never thought of it as a career before. This gave Allison has had a new idea to try to get my talking. She wants to find other artist people with selective muteism and hold an exhibition of our artwork, in the art gallery in Seattle. I said she should open it to everyone who has a speech disorder. You guys could email me stuff and I can show it to her. It sounds so cool doesn't it, it will give us a way of expressing ourselves without having to talk.
My email address is feel free to email me any work you have linked to the theme of not being able to talk, or if you just want to chat.
Well I think that's all the interesting stuff. Love you guys and hope no-one every tries to silence your voices. Ruthie
A/N- YAY this chapter is a bit longer (over 500 words :o) and I'm hoping to get the next chapter up before tomorrow XD.
Thanks to both you lovely people who reviewed, I love everyone who reads my stories, but you're my favourites.
Hanna xx