Brooke's P.O.V.
I sat down with Hannah, my best friend, at lunch.
"Hey, Brooke! We're playing truth or dare. Want to play?" asked Myla, a popular girl who couldn't keep her legs closed.
"Uh.." I started.
"C'mon, Brooke!" said Hannah.
"Sure," I said, shrugging a bit. I was never the risk taker type. I've only played truth or dare 2 times before this.
"Ok, Hannah truth or dare?" Asked Ms.Slut over here.
"Uh...dare?" I said sort of making it sound like a question.
"Ok, I dare you to go sit with the weirdo over there," she said nodding over to Michael Clifford the weirdo since 2nd grade.
I sighed, "Fine," I said.
I got up and sat across from him at the lunch table.
"Hi," I said. He looked at me and gave a little wave before looking back down at his hamburger. I waited there staring around the cafeteria for about 5 minutes.
"Do you talk? At all?" I asked him. He just looked up at me again.
"Ok," I said quietly before I slowly got up and walked back and sat down at my table.
"What happened?" Hannah asked.
"He doesn't talk," I said.
"What do you mean he doesn't talk?" Hannah asked.
"He just doesn't say words. He doesn't communicate. I am pretty positive he's mute." I said.
I looked back at him at the table he was sitting alone at. I wonder what happened to make him mute. Was it some kind of event? I don't know. Quite frankly, right now, I do care.
