A few hours later.
"Your dismissed."
Time for lunch..
She grabs the brown bag.
Oh I wonder what I have today.
She was being sarcastic.
She walks to her normal spot all alone.
Paul is lucky. He has what I don't. Happiness, friends, a good life, popularity, and meals everyday.
Isabelle glares over at Paul.
He's friends with Damon right?
She thinks for a second.
Yup he is. Even though he's a freshman and Paul is a Junior. Also he's pretty smart. Actually both them are they are just bad boys.
She looks in her bag.
Just a banana and one single piece of toast.
She eats it slowly.
Why can't I have friends? Just because I don't talk? I can write on paper or use my phone. Even sign language if they know it.
She throws out the bag.
She walks to the bathroom.
Isabelle washes her hands.
Someone walks in.
"Beating time."
Oh god. As long as you don't ta-
She gets kicked.
Remember don't let them get the mask.
She start beating Isabelle up..
"Now talk."
Isabelle shakes her head no.
She gets up fast and runs out.
She walks back to the cafeteria.
Time to just sit alone.
She sits down where she was before.
I wish it would be time to go to class now but I still have 10 minutes.
She listens to everyone talking.
Why must it be me that can't talk?! Nor have friends!
Paul walks over.
He was quiet.
"You have work today right?"
She nods.
Paul walks away.
Why the fùck ask you hate me and avoid me.
She watches Paul trying to figure it out.
Does it even matter? Work is better then being at home.
The bell rings.
Finally.
She walks to class.
"Alright let's get into the lesson."
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She starts getting beat up.
"Stop."
Damon?!
"Babe why?"
Barbie shut up already.
"I need someone to do my science project for me."
"Alright."
Oh course I will have to do all the work.
Isabelle gets up and runs home.
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She walks into her room.
Time for work.
She changes into her uniform.
She walks to her job.
Isabelle cooks at a restaurant.
Least I know how to make really good, I mean I've heard its good, food.
"Isabelle here's a list of food you need to make."
She hands her a list.
She starts cooking the foods.
I hate working. Why can't I just be normal? Oh right because I can't talk and my father is a bìtch!
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She walks into her room.
She changes into black leggings and a a tank top.
Someone walks in.
"Dad is at work and I'm having someone over. Change into the normal."
Paul walks out.
She closes her door.
Bìtch. Its not like whoever is coming over will see me.
She puts on a gray long sleeve shirt.
I'm leaving my leggings on. This should be good enough.
She sits on her bed.
She starts her homework.
I hear them. It sounds like a boy. Well of course it is unless he has a girlfriend or someone else to beat me.
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That's it for this chapter. Are you liking this so far? No? That's what I thought.