Okay this story is gonna be weird and choppy, but hopefully my best work. My dad has realized I'm serious about writing and has given me the email address of an editor and journalist. Paul Cuadros, he sounds awesome. Dad says he's arrogant, but fuck the world, if can help me get into Boston... -- She walked down the road in the rain, the road steamed with heat and moisture. Her feet touched the warm ground with inaudible but soft smacks and the rain dripped off her knee caps. No one was out at this time, not even the street cleaners that cleaned the streets every night. And the mute girl in the mute world was glad, beyond glad. Her name was Teresa, and Teresa wanted to be gone already. She didn't want to be seen leaving in skimpy clothes and tears. Teresa wanted to be remembered as brave and proud, not whorish and cocky. Not that she was. Teresa reached the bus stop with the bright light that blinked whenever a bus came through. Half the time it was out, but it didn't matter.
The noise crowds Henrie's mind like a constant stabbing. Every other step he has to stop and rub it. People stare at him, he can't even hear his own sobbing. A girl with long hair and a gorgeous heart shaped face approaches him. "Are you okay," she speaks oddly, not like a deaf person, but like someone who hasn't spoken in years.