Chapter one

If only, I could speak...
I was born with problems in my voice box, it's the thing in your wind pipe that allows you to speak. The doctors removed it because they believed the malfunctioning voice box would only cause problems further on. I communicate typing.

But sometimes when I need to say a whole bunch of things at once, it gets frustrating. I want to scream
but I can't...

No one at school thinks that I notice them, but I do
I've heard their whispers in the hallway I see their stares, I can still hear their laughing...

I just can't say anything back... And nobody cared until the day I met Gunther Philips.

He changed everything...