Jake Stanson Murray (Part Two)
She kept laughing but more small and appropriate, and Jake just stood there, haunting at
the thought of speaking to her, grimacing at the idea of her realization that it wasn't
the scare that made him stutter, but just his own actual way of speech. The girl stood
there done with her enjoyment of laughter and observed this odd specimen of a brimming the
age teenage boy.
Not much of a talker are you?
He looked down trying to figure a way or say wishing a way the speech impediment would
not be announced. He saw her black and white converse shoes started to tap and his eyes
slowly rolled up to her gray tight covered legs, slowly rolled up to her black shirt with
the red colored word RIOT written to look like it was splattered, rolled up to her face; the
same neutral, not showing any emotion (except for when she laughed a moment ago) face.
He stared at her and began to open his mouth.
...um
hi...
my name is...
um...
Jake.
Wait
Did I just not stutter?
Jake tried to contain the excitement of achievement from adding to his expression, he
wanted to seem nonchalant, cause girls like guys that seem like they don't care, girls
think guys like that are cool, he thought. He moved his gaze back down to the floor as he
tried to speak once again.
no...
I didn't...
steal...
anything.
Jake's gazed moved back up as he finished his statement. The girls expression was still
the same just her eyes where a tad wider than usual.
Are you special or something?
Jake's face dropped. So excited of his successes of not stuttering, he failed to realized
that him concentrating so hard made him pronounce and announce things slowly.
O god!
She thinks I'm mentally handicapped!
No-No-No
I-I-I not like that
I mean, there's nothing wr-wr-wr-wrong
with people li-li-li-like that-
Her faced had more color to it as she watched this older teenage oddity crumble with his
mouth and tumble with hands and stumble with his face. Jake stopped. Those two sentence
left behind him as the others that came made him fall. He looked down once again. He just
wanted to run out of there, which is what he was about to do until he felt two small hands
reach
up and rest onto his shoulders. He looked at the converses that were now on there tippy
toes, and roll back to the face that had dark eyes surrounded by purple eye shadow glisten
back at him. Confusion struck him for her face was amused as a smile emerged from her lips
as she began to speak.
Your a stuttering stanely! she squealed.
Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2010
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