A Silent Cry

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[Yvonne (Vinnie)| Barely 14| Skipped a few grades| Painfully Shy and VERY Petitie]

Dusk had quickly enclosed the campus of Kensington like a comforting blanket, stitched with twinkling stars in the distance. The art room's clock read 8:30 as Yvonne entered the dark, chilled room with only a light San Francisco sweatshirt. Lights out was in 2 and a half hours but there was no way she would be going back to her dorm, where the other girls were probably gossiping and doing each other nails. The thought of it made her palms sweaty.
Swiftly Yvonne pulled a few things out of her green messanger bag starting with her sketch book and pencil. Then came the old snowglobe from Great-Aunt Sue and lastly, Vinnie pulled out some stationery. When she sat down, it instandly struck her that she didn't even feel like sketching. Her heart ached and her throat was tight as she could began to feel her eyes water. She thought of her beloved Sue, at home surely by now, back in bed alone. She would have no girl to bring her hot soup when she was ill. Nobody would be there to accompany her during those long weekends of nothing but storytelling or Jeopardy marathons. Only a simple attendant would be there to help her with her medical care and the cooking and cleaning.
The thought of Aunt Sue taking the trolley by herself (if she could even have the strength to get out of bed) made Vinnie weep uncontrolably. She pushed her things aside, not wanting them to get soaked by her tears.
So many d**n memories to cope with, She thought. Suddenly she felt terribly nauseous and her stomach twisted. She almost felt faint. Should she make her way to the hospital wing? Before she could even expect it, Yvonne closed her eyes and fell to the floor

[OCC: Please, guys. Role play with me! =D]

[Eleanor]

^{Eleanor walked down the hall. Tired from a day's work in the theatre department, building sets and such. She loved tech, and she loved acting. She thought it was very fun. She was jsut walking past the art room when she heard a thump. She figured that a box had fallen. It was probably full of pant and she didn't want the art teacher to clean all it up later. She walked into the room looking for the box and noticed the girl on the floor. She ran over to her and picke up her arm feeling her pulse quickly. "Crappe..." She mumbled under her breath. She looked around for a way to get this girl into the hospital wing.}

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[Yvonne (Vinnie) |Barely 14| Skipped a few grades| Very petite and painfully shy]

Her senses came back to her like a quick, fiery jolt of light. For a split second, she saw her Great-Aunt Sue's smiling face, bending over her. Was she back in San Francisco? What had happened?
Then her brainwaves caught up with her imaginative thoughts and the pictures she was seeing of Sue slowly faded into the dark, shadowy face of an unfamiliar girl. Her heart skipped a beat. And she began to sweat.
Who is this? Yvonne thought, nervously. If only she could somehow communicate to the girl that she had SM!* Doing the only possibly thing, she could think of she rose from the chilling tile floor and collected her things in her shoulder bag on the table. She could feel the worried gaze of the girl and goosebumps sprung up from her arms.
As quickly as she'd regained consciousness she left the building heading for the Hospital Wing, whether the girl followed or not. And the entire way, all she could think about was how she could NEVER fit it and how the teen probably thought she was a freak.


Selective mutism- is unable to speak when meeting new people