Shay Anderson's Story

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Kelly has skipped school today. Why should she go anyway? To just listen and to some people to make fun of her speech impediment? Being a mute can be such a pain in the butt, Kelly was a person to always speak her mind, to always communicate. Now that curse really cursed the people it cursed with what hurt them the most. So this is why Kelly spend most of her morning in the library, which some of her close friends were confused because she did not spend time in the library for like never. But she was still there, reading about curses and witches and trying to find a solution to this. Most people that hit with the curse are ashamed and kept to themselves, who can blame them? She is also. But that curse might ruin her dream of being famous, to be able to sing which it is her favorite hobby, and this Kelly will try to break it if she can.

After a few hours of reading fairy tales of curses and psychic stuff, the only thing she got was that true love kiss thing. She suddenly felt hungry, she sigh and closed the books. Time for some food, I guess , she thought. She took her bag and stepped out of the library and quickly walked into the cafe. She noticed a few other people there and two girls already there, Kelly recognized them but she did not say anything. Mostly because she can not speak and second, one of them was doing holes with her eyes at the table to notice and the other one seems trying to stay still as to not hurt herself. Kelly just walked to the waitress, write on her notepad Fries, chicken nuggets and coke please . The waitress already knew Kelly's condition and nodded towards her. She smiled and took a seat at a table which was closer to the two girls, even though she was a mute, she was still not gonna be a loner. She waved at them with a smile and waited her food.

Ashlyn had headed into the cafe on a whim. She'd always liked their food, even back when she was younger. And while she had eaten there just the previous day, it didn't really feel that way, so she could eat a decent meal here and not really feel guilty. One benefit of not remembering things. Sure, her journal had informed her of all the major points she needed to know about as well as an overview of what had happened the prior day, but she was pretty bare bones with her descriptions, and she had lost so many of the specifics and details overnight.

She poured over the menu, taking in the multiple options. Many of them were familiar, but based on her opinion of the establishment, she figured it wouldn't be that bad to have to try something. Still, the lure of something familiar overcame her, so she decided on something she'd had countless times before setting the menu aside and flipping through her journal, trying to see if there was anything she might need to know for the day. The cafe was semi-full, and many of the people inside seemed so familiar. Albeit, the last clear mental image she'd had of anyone was from seven years back so that wasn't exactly helpful. The curse hadn't made her life unliveable, just highly frustrating at times. 

Her attention was pulled away from the book when the waitress coughed politely, then repeated her question. "I'll have a grilled chicken sandwich please." Sure, it was rather plain, but it was just the sort of thing that she was in the mood for. "Oh, and a coke please."