Stutter Boy

Nate's POV

" M..Michael Clark.",

I say to the tired looking secretary sitting in front of the computer as I finally reach inside the hostel office of Westview high after standing in the enormous queue for almost an hour.

Tomorrow is the school reopening day and currently it’s Sunday evening. That is the reason for this big crowd. Most of the people decided to come on Sunday evening like me and are now impatiently waiting in the queue to get their new room keys.

The secretary hurriedly types something on her computer. " Michael Nate Clark ?", she asks after a second and I nod. “ New admission ?”, I again nod. “ Dorm B, 69 “, she then calls out to the other lady who was standing by the cupboards, fiddling inside boxes of keys. Soon enough the lady expertly tosses a key to the secretary’s desk.

"Michael, you'll be staying in Dorm B, room no 69.", The secretary says in an extremely fast pace, handing me the key with 69 written on it.

" oh..o..okay.", I nod seeing her hurry and quickly take the key from her hands, hastily walking out of the queue.

I take my suitcase and bags from where I had placed it outside the office, before I stood in the line. Then I walk in direction of I don’t actually know where. Because I am new in this boarding school and I don't have any idea where I'm going. I am supposed to be finding my dorm room now. After that I just have to unpack my stuff and rest till tomorrow morning. Tomorrow is my first day in this school.

If you are wondering why I'm in this school, then it's because, unfortunately last year I wrote a scholarship exam. I was one among the three people who got selected to this highly qualified boarding school in Texas called ' Westview High ' where I'll be studying for free along with scholarship for next one year as now I enrolled as a senior student. But I'm certainly not looking forward to this new high school experience.

At a point during last year, I had honestly thought to drop out of school when things became too difficult for me. I barely survived my previous high school which was only a few blocks away from home. And I honestly had no plan to enrol into this school, which is five hours away from my home in Oklahoma.

It was my parents and my older sister, Anna who forced me to this. Of course I tried to protest but there was no use. The fact that I'll get a good sum of scholarship amount every month didn't help me.

My life has always been trouble. It was never easy for me. Of course it was to a little extent. But that was until Alex left.

Alex was my big brother. He was nice, caring, protective of me. He was always there for me. He once even punched a boy from my middle school and broke his nose for making fun of me. Alex loved me so much. I loved him too. But he left me alone all of a sudden. I was 15 then and he was 19. It was a car accident. Now it's almost three years since that but I am barely out of shock.

I was always called and referred to as the stutter boy and it makes me feel sick. I can't get used to it or stop minding it. It really hurts me. Okay, I agree I stutter while speaking. I tried a lot to stop stuttering. But I couldn't do anything about it. And it worsened after Alex's death. I don't really know what to do about it anymore. But I am not stupid or anything. Why do I have to be called the stutter boy when I have a name ?

Only a few people in my previous high school knew my real name. I was like a toy to all those bullies in school, who would call me ' hey stutter boy, c'mere. Go buy us a soda and some snacks from the vending machine' or 'Stutter boy, have you finished the assignment I gave you yesterday ?' or ' M..m..mi..michael..w..w..what's up ?'

Now you might have got an idea about how horrible my school life was. But I don't actually stutter that much. I don't really know what satisfaction they all get by making fun of me and following me behind, fake stuttering. Sometimes I even gets punched and kicked around. But still after everything, I managed to somehow maintain my grades.

Anyway I have made a decision for this new high school. I'm not going to talk to anyone. I am going to stay mute, so that they won't find I have this speech deficiency and won't call me stutter boy again. I can't take it anymore.

I am here just to study and I am not going to indulge in any other things. I don't look at this school as a place to start new beginnings or a place to make some nice new friends. Because I know that won't happen. I know, at the end, I am just going to make a fool out of myself. People aren't nice.

Hmm..now I need to go and find my dorm. But Where's it ? I look at the key in my hands and at the number written over it. I am not even going to make a dirty comment about the room number but looking at it, I feel like I'm walking my ass into some new trouble.