Jesse, who was born mute, has moved from city to city many times before. As she does so again, she considers it pure luck that she gets in the same school as Cheeto and Lewis, two best friends who immediately take her under their wing and don't trea...
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"So what bus do you take?" Dad asks and I roll my eyes.
708.
"And you get off where?"
I raise an eyebrow. In front of my school?
He laughs. "Yes, but which bus stop?"
Wilston High School, obviously. I respond and he nods.
"Correct."
Jesus Christ, dad. I smile as I shake my head.
"I'm sorry! I'm just a worried father." He takes a sip of coffee from his mug and I laugh. Of course he is. It's my first day at a new school after all.
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The bus is loud.
Correction: The people on the bus are loud. I plug in my headphones and let rap drown out the rest of the noise, always keeping an eye on the display near the ceiling to see when I'll be at the school.
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Turns out that's not even necessary, most people on here appear to have the same goal as I do and get off at the same stop. I put my hands in my hoodie's pocket as I follow them all and enter the school building. Room B103. I have no idea where that is, but as I enter through the main doors, a gigantic sign practically shows me the way. Apparently the D, E and F rooms are somewhere to my right, and A, B and C on the left. G is somewhere across the schoolyard. I turn left, trying to navigate through the school and follow a few people my age, always looking around like I did everytime I changed schools before.
Another sign.
B001-008 with an arrow towards a door, B101-108, B201-208 with an arrow pointing at a flight of stairs. I manage not to stumble on the extremely steep stairs and enter a hallway, signs on each door. B101. B102. B103. I stand in front of the open door, hesitating. Everyone's probably already sitting somewhere. Should I just walk up to a random desk or wait at the front of the class? The last would be very... awkward. Oh well. I try to ignore the nervous feeling in my stomach and walk in. The decision between awkwardly standing in front of the class like a lost toddler and just going anywhere is taken from me as the teacher, who's already in the room, looks up and notices me.From what I've understood, he's Mr. Cass, my English and History teacher. He's tall and sleek and definitely in his fifties. Glasses, short dark hair with several gray streaks and a piercing stare from his blue eyes. He smiles.
"Hello. Class is about to start, just wait for a moment and I'll introduce you to everyone then, okay?" He suggests and I nod.
After a few minutes of just standing there and doing nothing(most people ignored me, a few smiled, a few looked at me like I was doing everything wrong I possibly could), the bell goes and Mr. Cass gets up from his desk and stands next to me. "Good morning, everybody!"
