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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7. Robin-Hello.

After the "Incident" me and Martha went our separate ways, she no longer tapped on the table, she didn't even smile. Everything was how it used to be, she stayed hidden in the tree's and came down when someone was hurt or we had to go back to class. My levels for pair works were still ever decreasing, and hers, just the opposite. She tried her best to ignore me whenever she could, most days, she doesn't even turn up to form. She probably doesn't trust me to keep my promise. It wouldn't surprise me.

"Robin?!" Mr Hawken pulled me from my thoughts.

"Yes?" I asked trying not to sound annoyed.

"What is the answer?" 

"huh?" the class laughed at my reply, much to my entertainment, and sir's disappointment.

"If you weren't listening, you can come back at lunch."

"I was listening!" I protested.

"so whats the answer?" Mr Hawken repeated.

Martha pushed a piece of paper across the table to me, I turned it over and read it in her memorizing handwriting was;

Africa.

"The answer is Africa." I said, struggling to keep a straight face as Mr Hawken angrily finished the lesson. I lent over to Martha and whispered my thanks. She didn't smile, or even turn in my direction, she merely shrugged her shoulders and turned back to her book. Geography was slow, as, usual, but P.E. was next so I was fine with suffering the last 30 minutes of geography, for the joy of showing off to the girls and playing footie on the field. 

 

We were 20 minutes into our game of football with the sun  beating down on us, so I took of my shirt, the girls all waved as I ran by with the ball, some even pretended to faint!!! Most of the other boys followed in my footsteps, removing their shirts and parading around the girls. Miss Phipps had a horrible time trying to get the girls to pay attention, when they did it was only for a few minutes. We continued this way for around 3 quarters of the lesson suddenly, I heard Miss Phipps calling for the first aider and all of the girls crowded round something, or someone. We all ran over to see what the commotion was about. Through the crowd of girls and and frantic feet, I could see long dark curls and an I-pod in a pale hand, Martha. Without thinking I climbed over the wire fence separating the football court, from the basketball court. I ran over to the crowd, pushing several girls out of the way. Miss Phipps was trying to hold the girls off, and, keep them away from Martha. I helped for a moment, before turning round to check on Martha, her eyes flickered open and the girls calmed down trying to get a better view of Martha as she tried to sit up. I pulled my shirt from around my waist and put it under her head trying to push her gently back down. She eventually put her head on my shirt I crouched down beside her. Her eyes looked tired, and what little colour had been there had not yet returned to her face. Her eyes, slowly shut again.

"You need to keep your eyes open." I said firmly. "Lie still, okay, the nurse will be here soon." 

Martha ignored me and groaned as she rolled over on her side so she faced away from me. Her right hand still clutched her I-pod, but her left hand was on her head and it hadn't moved from there since I had been here. I reached out slowly, and removed her hand from her head, my hand brushed across her hair and as I pulled her hand away, I could see why it was there. Her hand was covered in blood. Just as I realized the nurse arrived.

" I haven't got the stretcher, someone will have to carry her." she announced.

All the boys then scrambled over the fence hands raised, shouting "me! me!" etc. running towards Martha, Martha didn't know it but, most of the boys in school had a mega crush on her -me included- I was absolutely thrilled when the nurse picked me to take Martha. 

I was in the nurses office for around and hour trying to figure out what had happened, turns out Martha had fainted because of the heat and had hit her head on a stone, cracking her head in the process. Martha was told she needed to go home, but, her parents didn't answer their phone, I offered my services, and was delighted when, my mum said I could walk home and she could come with me, and she would check on us regularly. So now here I am walking with the girl of my dreams, back to my house. We take the long route, because:

1. It means I get more time with Martha,

2. It is a lot prettier than the short route.

Half way home I try to talk to Martha, but, she ignores me, and the day continues in much the same way. Mum drops in on us now and again, and between that little happens between me and Martha. when it is time for Martha to go home, mum insists I go with her, so nothing goes wrong. As we leave my house we walk quickly through summer evening, and a quarter of the way to Martha's house I decide to finally confront her.

"Have I done something to upset you?" 

She says nothing.

"Look, I know you don't talk ,but, you can write, you can use Morse code, you can do so much, so what have I done for you to ignore me?"

she says nothing.

"If this is about the thing with your dad?! I have promised not to tell! So don't ignore me!!! I gave you my word!"

She says nothing.

"I actually give up! If you can't even look in my direction, then why bother?"

I turn to stomp off and, before I have got ten paces I hear the shuffle of feet. I stopped in my tracks and listened for a few seconds before lifting my foot to make another step.

"Hello I am Martha." 

Her voice was rich and soft but it had a baby edge to it, just like her cheeks. I turned round, far to quickly nearly losing my balance. I looked into her eyes and down to her hand which was stretched out to me, ready for me to shake.

Martha just spoke...

 

Martha just spoke,  to me?

 

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