• xxxxLayla’s alarm clock blared in her eyes. She quickly pushed down on the snooze button and slowly got up. Walking over to her bathroom she yanked open a drawer and dug though it looking for her hairbrush. Once she found it she dragged it through her long chocolate colored hair. Once she finished she tucked it back into her drawer and looked in the mirror. Just like every morning she tried to talk but her mouth had opened and yet nothing came out. Letting out a large breath of air she walked back over to her room and quietly got dressed for the day of torture that awaited her. She then packed her bag and double checked that she had her sketchThat was how she “talked” to people