I'm writing a book entitled Speaking Silence.
What do you think of this chapter 1

?Copyright 2010?

Chapter 1
Fresh Memories

I sat on my bed and took a peek at the window. The sun was shining brilliantly, the clouds were so fluffy and the hot breeze blew past through me. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, hearing the ker-thump thump of its sound. I knew the reason. I knew what was going to happen.

I felt a bit edgy on how am I going to cope with my new school. I’m turning freshmen this year and this one bothers me. I’m getting this odd but familiar feeling again and this happens every school year. Do you think I can go well with the socializing? How about the teachers, do you think they’re friendly?
This would be a new challenge for me again. A new challenge to surpass again.

As I think over and over about it, I remembered about one subject area I absolutely suck, Math. Honestly, I get shoddy grades in it. Although I got good grades in it when I was in middle school, I still feel fretful. I know Math is the worst subject I ever came into. (Middle school mathematics is an exception, of course.) There would be a new set of math lessons again and I need to struggle in it. My last average in math when I graduated is 92 or A-. That’s horrible!(you think?)

How about the activities, Am I going to fit well in it? How about sports? What kind of sports do you think I should get engaged to? Badminton or Tennis? I joined a badminton game in our school when I was in 6th grade but for Pete’s sake I lose. Awful, eh? Do you think if I join one game again, I would win this time? Or turn out to be a loser the second time around?
What if I join a Writing contest? I love Writing and it’s my passion. I’m finding great ways on how to improve it. I also love singing, dancing and drawing but I only treat them as hobbies. Now what?!
Ugh. Disgusting little thoughts.

I tried to keep these thoughts for a while and just decided to go back into my past again. School Past, I mean. I remembered something when I was dwelling into the little moments of my graduation day. I remembered my brown and silky gown. It was knee-length and it barely showed half of my chubby legs but I didn’t mind it. Who cares anyway. My make-up looked simple. Mom just applied a light blue-pink combination of eye shadow and 2 strokes of magic red lipstick on my thick lips. I looked beautiful, beautifully repulsive.

I had a best friend named Jane. She looked and sounded much attractive than me. She had deep-set brown eyes, a broad nose and her lips is as red as an apple. She also had a few freckles on her face but she’s still pretty. Her long black hair always gleamed in the light and her pale skin matched her look.
But deep inside this elegant lady lies a shy personality.

Jane was my best friend ever since 5th grade. Thank the stars but we almost share the same personality and the same qualities. I’m shy she’s shy. I’m silent she’s silent. That was a coincidence, right? We were very close and very open to each other. She told me some secrets about her other friends, the latest gossip in school(just see how amazing she is, a shy with a friendly feature inside!) and of course her emotions too. I found that she’s friendly but having difficulties expressing her feelings. Sometimes, I always think that I want to somehow change her, if I can. We hang out everyday and we never separate. I always tend to say to her that there is nothing wrong with being expressive in public. But still, she needs more encouragement. Nobody approaches this elegant young lady; she said she never had a suitor but why? I know lots of guys like her but it seemed that those guys cannot go near with her. I wonder why.

I also had another friend (One of Jane’s close friends too). She’s Catherine. You will be bowled over with her friendly personality. She was Jane’s friend since 3rd grade. I classify her as the friendly-girl-in-town stereotype. She is friends with all of the school girls and she is a bold and a gallant lady. Catherine has a chin-length fly-away hair, brownish-black eyes and has pinkish diminutive lips. She has a chocolate skin tone and stands 5 ft. I think her physical asset is her…hair. Her hair is kinky and inimitable. It matches her personality. She is a true friend to us although sometimes she gets befuddled to whom she’s going to hang out with. Cathy is protective when it comes to us and knows how to keep good promises.

Another friend added, Carl. He’s implausible and tremendous. He’s a boy, Our first boy friend ever! Carl is tall, has a brown skin tone, wide black eyes and he has lots of pimples in his face. He is much friendlier to girls than boys but that doesn’t make him as “chick-boy or a flirter”. He builds friendships with girls, not a relationship. He is friendly like Cathy too. The last time I saw him, he grew much taller than ever before. I can’t mention anything about him anymore. But there’s one word I describe