Written Whispers

If you don’t understand why I used to say Quack and you just happen to care I recommend reading the post prior to this one.

I’d met her at one of the protests I’d arranged. My little way of showing my peers how little I cared if they thought I was strange, showing the teachers I was smarter than they thought, and showing the principal that at least one of us had read the rule book inside and out and could ‘use’ it just as well as anyone. Not to mention I wasn’t about to let us, even those I didn’t like, be segregated by jock, cheerleader, dork, and delinquent categories. Not for my sake or anyone else’s- simply because it was wrong.

And it was a damn good little protest if I do say so myself. Well organized with a decent turn out if only because the others had been curious. I’d even used the school’s resources and time to set it up. :) That’s all another story though- one I’m too tired to tell tonight. The one I do want to tell tonight is about how I met her.

She’d come only because the poster said to, sitting quietly at a table with a book in her hand, completely drawn into the world of words and art. I’d been preoccupied at the time but something in my radar went off, something in her aura. Something that made me think of how quiet I was before… everything happened.

After spending several hours in the office being told why I was wrong- though I must have been right somewhere along the lines as my method eventually worked, I found myself sitting in biology class right next to her. Still really shy myself I didn’t say anything to her the first or the second day, not even on the third. I’d never take the initiative to make a friend before. The few I had had always found me first but I was damned bound willing to give it a try.

She sat alone at lunch, spent all her time in the library, drew instead of paying attention in class, always had her nose in a book and sucked at math. I think somehow I’ve always known we were supposed to be friends. :)

Back in Biology class later down the week we had this in class thing to do. We each had to stand up when a part of the cell was named and make a sound to help up remember it. Our teacher started with the front row and everyone was making, pardon me, the most stupid sounds. A clap, banging a fist on the table, a stomp. They all sounded the same to me so- when it came to me, in the middle of the class, Miss Too-nervous-to-stand-up I said the first thing that came to my mind.

Quack.

And the girl next to me, the one no one had ever head speak, said:

Roar.

Several notes, a pencil, and a near detention on my part later we were friends and we’ve been that way since. Five years later she was my maid of honor, six years later and she still lives with me.

Here’s to friends! The real ones are never far behind.

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