(Amari's pov.)
The dying sun paints my blue walls with an orange, pink, and yellow haze of colors. The wind ruffiling my simple white curtains and causing rifts in the haze of colors, like waves crashing against the seashore.
"Amari," my mothers always on the edge of breaking voice screams, I jump from my thoughts. Grab my bag and race down the stairs, she kisses my cheeck and I take off out the door. To begin another day of judgment and humiliation. My school,Westenbrown High, is a mound of buildings dumped on a hill. The mismatched paint peeling of there respected buildings, the grass needing a bad cut, and the benches outside rotted and broken.
I take my seat, in the back beside the only window in class. The room stinks of sweat and mold, the yellow wallpaper peeling to show icky brown paint underneath, and the desks small and cramped. The room feels with students and I gaze out the window pretending I cannot hear there whispered hate.
"Amari," Mr.Brown calls. I stare up and he gestures towards me. "Amari, this is Jacob. A new student, I would like you to show him around." Jacob smiles, pushing his hand out tiwards me. I almost laugh, he doesn't know a thing. "Amari, cannot talk." I nod, he frowns.
"Why?" I turn, ignore him. Taking my seat and holding back a cursed groan as he sits down in the open seat beside me.
I am a selective mute but they don't know that, and I like it that way.
Author Notes: This is just a rewrite of the original.
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