Recently, a new kid transferred to your school. He was quick to become popular and you never understood why. Maybe it was because he couldn’t talk and people were pitying him.

But anyways, the bell for lunch had just rung and as always you get the keys for the art room and walk inside. Sitting on the floor you start painting with your earbuds in.

Then, the door opens. It never opens, no one knows about your access to the art room other than the art teacher.

It was Alex. He looks at you and smiles, he had noticed you sitting in here alone every day since he transferred. He sits next to you on the floor. He always seemed to be happy.

“I like your art.”

He speaks. Your eyes widen and you look at him. He puts a finger over his mouth, still smiling as if he were innocent. He had lied about being mute? More importantly, why was he talking to you?