The Silent Life of David Shatter

I'm mute. I don't talk. Ever. Comes as a shock to some people. Comes naturally to me. I can talk. I just prefer silence.

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1. High School

"So, he never talks?"

"Never. Mute." my Mother answered. It was an interview to get me into high school. I'm mute, as my mother says. I don't talk. Ever. Comes as a shock to some people. Comes naturally to me. I can talk. I just prefer silence. I take more notice of the world around me. See things you wouldn't. The small things.
"You do see how this could be a problem, Ms. Shatter?" the woman asked. She was nice, and she wanted to let me into the school, but she didn't to flatten out any problems that might arise from not speaking. 
"Yes. David uses a tablet PC in school, allowing him to type answers and questions rather than saying them. He types very efficiently. He can type as fast as you or I could talk." my Mother replied again. She was right. I was adept with technology. I had single handedly programmed an app to speak the words I type, thus allowing me to answer questions and ask them. 
"I see. How are his grades?" the woman asked. She knows the answer, but it's one of those things any parent is proud to repeat. 
"He has a grade point average of 5. Perfect." my Mother pronounced proudly. She knows my heart lies in English though. I aspire to be a journalist, because of my keen eye and attention to detail. I'm playing with my iPad as this conversation unfolds. It's a game, Tetris. Hard for most people. But it's a game of anticipation. Logic and anticipation. 
"David, how do you feel about going into this school?" the woman asked. I quickly switched to a simple text editor and typed my answer. It read:
GOOD. I JUST WANT TO HAVE A NORMAL LIFE AND FURTHER MY KNOWLEDGE OF THE WORLD. 
She read it aloud. That really ticks me off. 
"Well, I see no reason not to let David enter the school. He is smart, he is well behaved, he has no quarrels about the school, and he has communication under control. To not let him attend would be simple discrimination." the woman concluded. "We look forward to teaching you in the coming year, David." 
"THANK YOU. :)" I typed. She smiled. 
"Your welcome." she said, still smiling. I smiled back. 
"Come along, Dave, we gotta get home." my Mother said, ushering me out of the woman's office. 

My name, if you had not already gathered, is David Shatter. My family call me Dave. I have no objections. I am fifteen years old, and I live in Washington, DC. I am, as you just saw, going into high school after the summer. JFK High. Nice place. I won't say I amn't nervous, I am. People don't understand my preference to silence. Specifically other teens, like me. I'm not particularly into sports, but I keep fit. I'm not too tall, not too small. I have short, spiked salt and pepper hair, and square, black glasses. So now you know who I am, and what I look like. I have a normal family, a mother, a father, and a brother and sister. Both younger than me. He, James, is 10, she, Jessica, is 13. Yeah, the trend for J names only started after me. I have, how do I put this without sounding like a stereotypical depressive and attention-starved teen, no friends. I just don't. Muteness doesn't lend itself to friendship. As far as I'm concerned, I don't need friends. So far in life, I've been grand without them. I guess I get lonely sometimes. But then I remember how far I've come without friends, then I feel ok again. This probably sounds more depressing and pessimistic than it is. You'll see what I mean when school comes around. 

Well, school came around. As I already said, I was scared. It's natural. I wish I had a sign on me that said "I'm not rude, I'm mute. Please stop talking to me and trying to get me to break my silence. Fifteen years and counting, bitches, not stopping now." because the number of times I was asked questions, scolded and bothered before I could get my iPad and type "I'm mute.". It is an excruciatingly annoy habit that people have. Talking. And annoying those of us who don't. There are obvious 'classes' of people in high school. 
Jocks- Steroid-high sportsmen. Mainly football players. 
Clique Girls- Self-explanatory. Girls who are bitches to all unpopular people and belong to cliques that rule the world. Mainly cheerleaders. 
Nerds- Smart students. Not very social. Normally players of video games. 
Emos- The dark, depressive, sad teens. Sing it with me, 'Always look on the bright side of DEATH'. 
Hipsters- Liked it before it was cool, now gone of it because it was too mainstream. Instagram every meal.
Musicians- Mainly male. Spend most of their time with a guitar in their hands. If no guitar, probably a girl.
Stoners- High as fuck. 24/7. No need to explain.
Sluts- Wear less clothes than a nudist on a hot beach. Get all the guys.Never stay with them long. Often caught cheating.
Playas- Get every girl. Never stay with them long. Often caught cheating. (Basically male sluts)
Rather Normal People- Rather Normal. Nothing happens to them. They're just regular Joe Bloggs'.
Me- Just being me. How interesting.

I spent the day mainly just sitting. The classes were all introduce yourselves, what books you'll need to bring, etc. so I just played the same intro each class and took down which books I need. When the mechanical voice played in each class, while no one had been paying attention originally, heads turned to look at me. 
"Ah, David's so shocked that he's speechless." said some gormless jock in English. 
"Jack. Apologise." Mr. Tubridy ordered. Jack the Jock. How gormless do football players get?
"Sorry, Speechless." Jack said insincerely. 
"Once again with sincerity, Jack." Mr. Tubridy ordered. 
"Sorry." Jack said with resentment. The nickname "Speechless" stuck better than my real name did amongst students. Have you met speechless? Who's he? He's the one that doesn't talk. How bloody polite. 
"My name is Aileen." a soft, sweet voice said from a few rows behind me. I turn to look at the source of the voice, Aileen. She had long brown-black hair that feel in large ringlets on her shoulders, stretching a good two inches further than her shoulders. She was tall, but thin and in proportion, so she didn't look like she just came out off a medieval rack. She had lovely straight, glistening white teeth to go with her pale skin. She smiled in such a way that every other person in the room had to smile too, because it was so uplifting. She had eyes like clear pools of blue, hiding behind a large pair of glasses. She was, in my opinion, more beautiful than other other girl I had ever seen, and ever will see. Ahe saw me looking at her, and she smiled. I smiled back. The bell rang for lunch. I had no idea how long I had looked at her. I promptly evacuated the room for fear of embarrassment. Again, muteness does not lend itself to flirting. 
"Hey, David, wait up." that sweet sounding voice called as a speed walked away from the english room and towards my locker. I slowed down to let her catch up. 
"Hey. You seemed a little lonely. Wanna talk and type to me?" she asked, already very considerate of my silence. I tapped away at my screen. 
SURE. MY NAME'S DAVID, I'M FIFTEEN, AND I'M, YOU GUESSED IT, MUTE. 
"Well. I'm Aileen, I'm fourteen, but I'm fifteen in two weeks, and I talk a lot." she said smiling. 
WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO, AILEEN? I typed. 
"I like reading. I'm a cheerleader too." she said, keeping that ever present smile on her face. 
COOL. I DON'T DO SPORTS. CAN'T SHOUT FOR PEOPLE TO PASS TO ME. I LIKE BOOKS TOO. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE? I typed in response. 
"Well, I love The Fault In Our Stars, and Struck By Lightning, and Twilight, and Harry Potter and The Hunger Games." she said, listing what were pretty much my favourites too, except Twilight. 
COOL. I LIKE ALL OF THEM, EXCEPT TWILIGHT.
"Had the feeling you weren't a Twilight kinda guy." 
YEAH. LOOK, THIS IS MY LOCKER AND I GOTTA GO EAT. I'LL SEEYA LATER. BYE
:) . I typed. 
"K. Bye." she said, still smiling and giggling slightly at my smiley face. As I knelt to fetch some things from my locker, I heard a mocking voice from behind me.
"So Speechless. You chatting up my girl back there?" came the angry voice of Jack. 
NO. SHE STARTED TALKING TO ME. I typed. The posse of Jocks that Jack had all Oohed at that. 
"Listen good, Speechless. You touch my girl, and you're dead."
MAYBE THEN YOU SHOULD TELL HER NOTNTO TALK TO ME. I typed. A chorus of OH! broke out from the group. This pissed Jack off. Jack grabbed the handle of my bag, and pushed me into the wall of lockers. 
"Watch what you say, Speechless. Or what you don't."
Jack sauntered off with his crew. Jocks can be thick, but they are dangerous if they get angry. They're big guys. Better stay out of their way. It turns out Aileen is in all my classes. Every class. If I said I didn't have a crush the size of Greater Manhattan on Aileen, I would be blatantly lying. I have. I don't know what I can do though. Jack will kill me if I go near her. Well. I'll figure it out. 

 

  

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