Discovering Voice

By Krissie Gault

A young mute girl is frustrated with how little people understand her. One day after an incident at school, she finds herself in the middle of the woods. Quickly realizing she’s lost, she tries to find her way back home. However, she winds up finding a lost boy who was kidnapped. Together the two try to find their way back to civilization, while the kidnapper is determined to keep the boy within his grasp. Can she figure out how to communicate with this boy so they can work together to get away and find home again?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Krissie Gault
• Release date: Dec 16, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311336392

Krissie Gault

Hello! My name is Krissie Gault. Currently, I'm an art student pursuing a degree in Animation. I've loved writing down my stories since I figured out that I could when I was 8. After thinking about publishing some of my work, I came to Smashwords. I live with my grandparents in a small house with a big yard. I draw inspiration from the things around me and the dreams I have.

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Discovering Voice

By Krissie Gault

Published by Krissie Gault at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 Krissie Gault

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TABLE OF CONTENT:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

About the Author

Chapter 1: Mute Gets A New Class

The young blond rolled over. Ignoring the tickling breeze that rubbed against her feet. The clock on her nightstand made a sharp PING! sound every so many minutes as she kept hitting the large indigo snooze button on her alarm clock. A voice on the other side of her door beckoned her to wake up, to which she replied by tapping a thin lime green metal bangle on her nightstand a few times.

Sure she was awake, but she didn’t want to be. She wanted to drift back to her dream of a giant turtle and treasure hunting adventures. She had to go get some ancient gem stone from some floating island that she could only get to by some strange transportation device located on the back of a giant sea turtle who spoke like an islander.

Young lady! A sharp voice cut through her dreams again. The girl rolled over again and found her body collided with the floor. At first, she was too stunned to move or even hear her mother’s questions as to her health. Then her alarm went PING! again. She glared up the clock as she blew loose strands of her lemon yellow hair out of her face. She sat herself up and once again pressed the purple-blue snooze button. She turned to see her red headed mother kneelt down where she had been laying moments before. Her mouth was moving, but she wasn’t making out a single word of it.

She held up her hand to gain her mom’s attention. Once her mom’s mouth slowed as her eyes focused on her daughter, the girl moved her arms about in a slow fashion as her mom could keep up. It still amazed her how her mom had been learning sign language since the day she found out she couldn’t speak, but still had trouble keeping up with her fast hand movements.

Once the message was received that the young blond didn’t catch what her mom had said, the mother simply smiled. It was an uneasy and still, ‘I’m-not-sure-exactly-what-I’m-doing-yet’ smile. Are you okay? She said as she signed the best she could.

The girl nodded as she walked over to her window. She closed the window which had allowed a soft breeze to enter the room. With the small conversation of you should get ready for school given by her mom done, the mother left as the girl moved the sheet like curtain to reveal her closet. She grabbed a shirt at random and tossed it on. She did the same with her pants. She grabbed two random socks from the drawer of her dresser and placed them on. She threw her blue pajamas in the tall plastic cylinder laundry basket in the corner of her closet. The basket had once been a bright white, but was now yellowed with age. It was also drawn on with marker and paint. Something she did as a way to add her own little special touch to the plain laundry basket. On it were scribbles of stars, flowers, cartoon characters she liked, and few other miscellaneous things.

She didn’t care much for school. She was the only mute kid to attend the school and sadly, there weren’t any deaf kids either. So her class consisted of usually just her and a teacher until the bell rang and she could scurry away to lunch. She’d eat in silence and then pretend to do school work as she drew cartoon characters in her notebook.

She grabbed her bag, not pleased at the thought of another boring day at school, and headed to the kitchen. Her mother had breakfast made and set up on the table. She was wearing a uniform for the local floral shop, which meant she was working until three and then would have the rest of the day free or would rush for a different job. The later was more likely. She hung her bag on the back of the wooden chair and sat down to consume her breakfast.

Her older sister was already seated. Her hair was cut short and a bright green color. She greeted her baby sister with a simple Good morning as signed it without one hand. The other was holding a fork full of scrambled eggs. She stuck it in her mouth and chewed as she signed, How are you? The teen had made sure she took sign language as a side class so she was a lot better at it than their mother, who kept running around trying to pay bills.

I’m good. She signed as she picked up a piece of sausage. Your hair is lime green. Can I just call you Lime from now on?

Whatever you wish. But you’re still our little Lemon. Her sister chuckled as she signed her remark. The remark had been the same for years, but it was still enjoyable to exchange.

Their mom watched her two children curiously as they held a silent conversation with hand gestures. She wishes she spent less time working and more time with them. Maybe then she wouldn’t have to go at a snail’s pace trying to deceiver simple little messages from her daughter. Sadly, the bills didn’t pay themselves. She had to keep working to provide everything her children needed. If her husband was here it would be easier, but the military soldier had to go missing while overseas. Now he was presumed dead. Now she was left with their two children and memories of him there with them.

How long had it been since he disappeared lie a puff of smoke? She pondered as she took a bite of her biscuit. Five years? Seven years? Maybe nine? She wasn’t sure anymore. She glanced at the clock and her eyes grew wide. She was going to be late for work. She stuffed the biscuit down her throat as she took a gulp of orange juice to wash it down. She almost choked on her food before rushing out the door saying, Gotta get to work. See ya’ll later.

Lime giggled at their energetic mother. Lemon only smiled. The blond had learned long ago that she could make no sound escape her body no matter what. Trying to laugh or giggle only made her look stupid. However, she could make an awesome ninja with the right training.