I nodded and sat next to him. "You're right..." I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks.
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I nodded and sat next to him. "You're right..." I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks.
I pulled her close to me, and then onto my lap, I wrapped my arms around her softly and hugged her, my face softly pressing against her neck. "Babe.. I love you.." I said softly.
I closed my eyes and cuddled him gently. "I love you too Paxton.." I whispered, wiping my tears.
I looked into her eyes, and kissed her cheek. "Hey.. whats wrong?" I asked, and I rubbed her sides gently.I
I shook my head and kissed his forehead. "Nothing. I love you, okay?" I whispered, leaning in to kiss him deeply.
William "Liam" Johnson
17
He's not spoken a word since his parents death. He now lives with his grandmother, who has been diagnosed with cancer. He is always hurting, but never shows it and sort of just hides it.. By being mute. He gets teased for it, now known as the "silent freak"
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Annabelle Johnson
16 1/2
She got bullied in her last school so she moved out of the state, to start over and not to make the same mistakes. She's open minded and really kind to people she likes. When she first meets people she's kind of sarcastic. She lives with her dad and her older brother, Richard.
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It was a month into the school year, of being a senior. The last year of this hell I could handle. I walked down the hall, looking down, not really wanting to look at anyone. I was just in my world. Then I was pushed violently into the lockers. "Freak.." All of my stuff fell onto the floor, papers everywhere. "Shit.." I mouthed. I began to pick my stuff up, ignoring the rest of the guys hateful words.
I was walking down the hallway with a bag over my shoulder and my notebook in my arms as I looked at my schedule. This new school is so big.. And the people here are strange.. I felt something hit my leg and I turned around to yell at someone, but it was just a book that hit me and papers were flying. I looked down at the boy frantically trying to get his things together. "Here... Let me help you.." I told him, bending down to help him pick up his things.
I looked up at the girl who was helping me. I froze for a moment. Did I just see an angel? I then continued to pick my things up and I then mouthed, "Thank you.." Someone came up behind her and laughed. "Helping the silent freak I see? Come hang with us.. He's weird, never talks..." I glared at him, then just walked on by. No one ever wanted to really be around me because of him..
I glared up at the boy. "That's really mean. I don't think not talking qualifies being a freak." I told him, before turning to follow the boy. I caught up to him and smiled gently at him. "Hi, I'm Annabelle Johnson. Are you okay?" I asked.
I looked up, a bit surprised she followed me, and didn't go off with him. "Liam..." I mouthed, hoping she read lips well. She was in all but one of my classes, but I was always in the back, never really noticed. Then I nodded, I was fine, probably just a bruise on my back. I was used to those.
"Liam?" I asked, smiling where he nodded in confirmation. "I like that. So Liam... Are you mute by diagnoses or mute by choice?" I asked, glancing at him. When I saw the look on his face I frowned and shook my head. "I'm sorry.. I don't mean to pry.. I'm just curious."
I sighed when she asked that, and I shrugged. "By Choice.." I mouthed and I then walked into our first class. I sat down, and grinned as she sat by me. I got a peice of paper out and handed it to her, for passing notes. Easier to talk.
I smiled slightly and grabbed my pen from my bag, holding the cap in between my teeth as I wrote. So.. What made you want to be mute? If you don't mind me asking. I wrote. I passed it to him and pretended I was listening to the teacher. I shook my head when she asked if I wanted to introduce myself.
I looked at the paper, then back at her. I wrote ; I.. Just stopped talking after my parents died.. I then slid it over to her. She was the first person at this school to be as nice to me as she was. Ill try to not get used to it though..
I'm sorry.. My mother died last year.. So I guess I can kind of relate. I handed the note back to him, glancing at his features. He really is very attractive.. But his eyes look so sad..
Really? I'm sorry that happened.. I really am. How are you doing with that? I slid it to her and then looked down at my paper. "And Liam, what did I just say?" The teacher asked, I shrugged, and everyone started laughing. The teacher knew I chose to not talk, and I think he just liked humiliating me in front of the class.
"Don't laugh at him!" I snapped at the cheerleaders and jocks next to us. They shut up when they saw the death glare I was giving them. I looked back down at the paper. I'm a cutter. And I'm addicted to pain killers. I wrote back to him. I handed it to him when the teacher looked away. I frowned when I realized the personal information I just gave away. Why did I trust him so fast?
Why was she being so nice to me? I mean.. No one has been this year. When I read the message I frowned, and I took her arm slowly, and saw the scars.. She was telling the truth? Why would she tell me something so personal? I was happy she told me, but then sad that she was doing so. Cutting isn't good.. Neither are painkillers.. I then rolled up a bracelet on my arm, shoving lots of little slits all in one area. And including a large one on my other arm with stitch scars along it. tried to kill myself with this one. I wrote as I showed her.
Seeing his scar triggered a tightness I couldn't explain in my chest. I blinked away the tears in my eyes and I pulled my arm away from him. I'm glad you didn't succeed. I wrote to him. I laid my head down on my desk, not facing him. This poor guy.. Who could have been dead right now...
Seeing the tears start to form in her eyes I felt bad. Did I do something wrong? I just didn't bother to respond to the note, and I touched her shoulder softly. I didn't want her sad.. I really didn't, but I was glad I finally had someone I could relate to in a sense. I wrote my number down, and set it on her binder.
I slowly looked up at him when he touched my shoulder and I looked down at the piece of paper on my binder. I folded it up and slipped it in my pocket. I wrote my number down as well and handed it to him. I gave him a small smile and then the bell rang. I stood up and gathered my things before walking out to go to my next class.
I took her number and slid it in my pocket as well. I gave Her a light smile before she walked out of the room. We didn't have the next class together sadly. It was just pe.. That class went by quick, then it was third hour, a class I did have with Anna. I walked in and sat towards the back, I got stared at, but I just laid my head on my desk and watched people walk in and out.
I walked in with a new friend I had made, Rebecca. "That kid is kind of weird." She whispered, glancing at Liam. I shook my head. "If you knew half of the things he was going through you wouldn't feel that way. You have to give everyone a chance." I said softly. I sat next to him. "Hey.." I said softly, looking down at him.
I sat up as I saw her walk in. I hope I looked okay.. I nodded in her direction and grinned softly. I hated this class, math.. I was good at it, just hated the teacher. He would call on me randomly too. Maybe I would hate it less now that I knew her better. I smiled at her friend, then got out my notebook.
Math has always been my weak subject. "So, Annabelle.. What is the value of y?" I frowned down at my paper. "Um.... I don't get it..." I said softly. "You don't get what?" I glared up at the teacher. "X.. I mean.. What is an... X..." "You don't know what an X is?" The class laughed. I embarrassed. I looked down, my bangs hiding my facial expression.
The teacher chuckled then moved on, continuing the lesson. I looked at her and touched her arm softly, I wrote out how to solve the problem, and what to do and just describing it best as I could. I then handed her the paper.
I looked down at the paper, and it started to make sense. I smiled and nodded at him, then I began to work on my paper, going slowly. His advice helped though. I managed to finish most of them. The bell soon rang and it was time for lunch. I slung my bag over my shoulder and I walked over to his desk. "Hey. Would you like to go to lunch with me?" I asked him.
I looked up and nodded, standing and throwing my bad over my shoulder. "Where?" I mouthed, and walked out of the classroom with her. Her and I would be great friends.. I knew it already.
I shrugged. "There's a sonic nearby.. We can walk, or I can drive. Whatever you want." I replied, smiling at him sweetly.
"Walk?" I suggested, it was close and dealing with the school traffic now was a pain in the ass, no one knew how to drive. We walked out of the school and I saw all of the homecoming signs, it was in two weeks. I wasn't planning on going, but.. Things change.
When we went to Sonic, I got some mozzarella sticks and a cream coke. I walked with him back, me talking, him listening. I didn't mind though. "My dad is a little crazy so I don't stay home much.. My brother, Richard, is like a father to me now..."
I just got a soda, wasn't really hungry for anything. It was hard for me to order anyways. I nodded, watching her as she talked, I was a great listener. Unlike other people, I remember what they say and I don't just nod and grin. It was a pain for me to not talk, I was scared too, honestly. Scared I would be made fun of some more if I spoke. Just an anxiety thing I have. "You're more than welcome to come to my house after school.." I mouthed.
I had to have him mouth that several times before I understood. I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, sure. I need help with the math homework anyway." I replied with a grin. I ate and then finished my drink as we approached the school.
The rest of the day went by fast, and we met In the parking lot. "Follow me to my house." I mouthed as I got in my car and waited as she got in hers. I drove to my house and then I got out of my car smiling as she drove up.