Letter to Atlanta
2. The bench mate

"WOY, MUTE!"

Atlanta looked over when someone called her. Ah, it seems like Atlanta was already self-aware, when the bad boys there called her that. Indeed, who else in school can not talk like him, aka mute.

"Have you heard pr yet?" said the tall—Lucas embracing the shoulder of Atlanta.

Atlanta nodded stiffly, crimping the rope of the backpack hanging freely next to her arm.

"Hehe .. good, good. Good boy!" her mouth rattled Atlanta's black hair to shapelessness.

Bruk!

With a deft Atlanta clutching a backpack thrown by the other child—Mark. Indonesian Canadian blaster men.

"Bawain my bag," he patted Atlanta's shoulder quite hard. Atlanta nodded slowly, carrying Mark's bag which was quite heavy.

Lucas flicked his finger. "Good ideas! Here, bring me my bag, too" Lucas said.

Atlanta was just resigned, treated like a maid by both. What could he be? Rejecting it was like raising the war flag, he would be bullied all out by the two, even worse, they would finish off Atlanta that very second.

The man follows Lucas and Mark who walk first to the stairs. Atlanta was a little confused because they had to carry a bag owned by both.

"Is there going to be a new student in our class today?" lucas said to Mark as he passed through the hallway to class. The person behind only listened to their conversation as usual.

"Who? A girl? A cowo?"

Lucas flicked his shoulders, his eyeballs rotating suddenly. "So don't know me. Today there will be a transfer student. Hope his new student is a girl" he said.

Mark giggled amusedly, hitting his best friend's arm quite hard. "Yeah! Want it a new student girl, she will not want the same lo. You are immortal."

"Damn you, Mark!"

The two played chases all the way to class, hitting each other and uttering swear sentences like boys in general. Atlanta was still walking towards the classroom, with a downcast look, she was only focusing on the tip of her shoe that moved as she swung her leg.

New students said?

Ah, Atlanta don't bother.

"Atlanta."

A heavy voice lifted the man's gaze, looking at the person who was now standing looming in front, blocking his path. The man, whose younger brother was staring flat at Atlanta, with both hands stuffed into his pants pocket.

"Who's bag?" ask Jay. Meant to ask two big bags perched on both shoulders of Atlanta.

Atlanta reached into something from her gray pants pocket, a memo that has always been a communication tool when talking to people who cannot sign language.

"So. No need to write," said Jay Ketus.

Atlanta raised both eyebrows as if asking 'why?

Jay rolled a lazy eyeball. With a single move, the man immediately turned his back on Atlanta, turning his back on her. Jay unzipped the Atlanta backpack, then took the lunch box inside. There was no resistance or rejection from Atlanta. He just kept quiet, letting Jay take one lunch box from Bi Mirna.

Without a word, or a word of thanks, Jay left as soon as I came from the front of Atlanta, to his class next door to the Atlanta class. The man sighed, staring at his brother's wide back. At least, Jay wouldn't snack haphazardly if he gave Atlanta that stock a little relief, and carved out his sweet smile. Anyway, Jay is still his sister, which he has to take care of. Atlanta had to budge, ignoring her unfulfilled entrails.

In a rather crowded classroom, Atlanta walked to the back bench, where Lucas and Mark sat, to give them both backpacks.

"Woy, mute! Here you are," said Lucas waving. Inevitably, Atlanta turned around, came back to Lucas.

"My PR work," he said throwing a notebook. Atlanta nodded, unwilling to refuse.

"All of you have me." Mark chimed in, threw his book like Lucas did.

Atlanta took the two books, let out a short sigh, and returned to her seat that was in the front row. Atlanta sat her ass in the chair, started working on Lucas and Mark's errands, copying all the answers she'd been working on all night.

Such is the daily activities of Atlanta. If not colonized by his friends, he will be treated like a maid. How else would you like? He just wants to graduate from school, without any disability problems. He did not want the scholarship he got revoked for dealing with the conglomerate's children.

"Children, everyone is sitting on their own benches" said the bespectacled adult man minus entering the classroom which was quite noisy at that time.

The students in the class quickly returned to their respective benches, delaying their morning chatting activities.

Atlanta lifted her head, keeping all the books on the table under the bench. His attenuation was sidetracked at the girl that the teacher had brought. Ah, it turns out he's the new student Lucas talked about.

"Today, you will make new friends. Her name was Elisha" said the teacher, holding out a palm hinting the girl to introduce herself.

Elisha smiled briefly, advancing to the front of the class. There was a hint of nervousness as the disciples in front of him looked at him, making himself the center of attention.

"Hey. I'm Elisha. I hope we can be good friends" he said.

The glare praised the terpatri from the mimic of the faces of the disciples. Who does not know Elisha? Beautiful girls, teen models who in recent years are very popular on social media, magazines and television screens. Unimagined in their minds, Elisha would change schools, and one class with them. Soon their school will surely be splashed by the popularity of Elisha.

"good. In that case, Elisa—" the teacher's speech was cut off, she cleared her throat for a while before continuing her speech, circulating the gaze of every classroom.

"Elisa, you're just sitting with Atlanta, no problem, right?"

Atlanta rounded her eyes, looking back at the teacher in front of her. As for Elisha, the girl smiled widely.

"No, Sir. Thank you," he said.

Elisa stepped foot to the front bench, where the Atlanta residence during entering High School. Yeah, Atlanta never got any of my countrymen, she just sat alone. After all, who wants to be close to him.

The girl sat her butt in the side chair of Atlanta, hooking her green backpack in the head of the chair. Atlanta lowered her head, still not used to the person sitting next to her, especially a woman. The man's chest was pounding.

"Now, bring out your history books. Classes will start in two minutes" said the teacher, walking to his desk, taking out a thick book known to be a history book.

All of the disciples were obedient, doing the teacher's orders, not least Elisha, the girl who had just assumed the status of a new student. The girl pulled out two books from the bag, and a pencil case with flowers.

Elisha's eyes turned to the man sitting next to him, Atlanta. For a moment, Elisha looked at the man's face, a perfect face sculpture. Elisha's smile was created just like that, when he found the man was secretly trying to glance with his eyes embarrassed, not to mention the Atlanta body gesture that was very stiff made Elisha feel anxious himself.