hello, I am Martha.

This idea has been brewing in my mind for sometime now, and, i havent found the time to get pen and paper and write; Martha-Lee Jones has been mute since the age of 4, no one knows why and, no one has heard her speak (apparently). However when a new headmistress comes to Martha's school along with her son, martha feels the need to talk to this boy but how can she? Her mid is her prision and it has held her voice there for almost 10 years, but, will her prison hold for much longer or will the walls break and tumble? Is martha finally free?

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4. Robin- Again

The next day when I stroll into form, she sits there again, and the day continues much the same as before, she doesn't talk, she just writes and taps a few times on the table now and then. I have been asked out several times by different girls, and, each one I have refused, feeling a pang of guilt every time I did so. It's not that the other girls weren't pretty, or good looking, or clever, funny, sweet, or shy, it was just that I had seen Martha, she is the only one I want. The only one. At Break I attended football try outs and was allocated a part on the team, which made me a few friends, and, enemy's.

At lunch it was a completely different story I sat with my newly formed gang of friends, and scanned the playground for Martha.

"Hey Robin!" Matt called running towards me. I span round just in time to doge one of his badly aimed rugby tackles. He ran head first into a tree, which of course made us laugh, he lay still for a moment, and panic grew in my heart. What if he is really hurt? We all took a step forward, Matt groaned. We stopped in our tracks no one daring to take another step forward. Matt groaned again.

"Oh god! Someone help him!" Lauren cried, eyeing the blood that was coming from Matt's head and soaking into the Earth.  At Lauren's cry there was a rustle of leaves from above, in the tree which Matthew had run into, a figure began descending. She had a small shoulder bag thrown over one shoulder, and an I-pod touch in her shirt pocket, which was attached to earpieces, the music was so loud I could hear it from a meter away (where I was standing). Martha. She fixed me with those sky blue eyes, it was almost as though she was telling me something, but, what?

Slowly she turned her gaze back to Matt, pulling several items out of her small, green bag. A first aid kit! She turned to me again, her eyes drilling holes into mine, Lauren beside me began crying softly, along with Saskia(her BFF). I ignored Lauren's sobs and walked towards Martha. Then it dawned on me, Matt was laying on his front, it was the front of his head he had hurt, Martha wanted me to roll him onto his back.

"Okay." I said to Martha. "On 3?" 

Martha nodded. I began counting down.

"3... 2... 1 go!"

Matt groaned as we rolled him over.

"Go and get the nurse. Now!" I shouted over my shoulder, I heard someone running back towards the school, and, the nurses office. Martha was pulling her curls into a slick ponytail, and began cleaning the blood off of Matt. She pulled various items from her bag, and, we all watched eagerly as she patched him up, after 5 (ish) minutes the nurse came running towards us with two teachers in tow. They picked him up on the stretcher and carried him off.

Most of my friends followed Matt explaining threw hysteria what had happened. I watched them leave then turned round to thank Martha, but, she was already gone.

"I will thank her the next time I see her." I told myself, before running to catch up with my friends, leaving Martha behind me.

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