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Silence.

That was the only thing that was heard.

Whenever Yang would walk through the halls, the cheerful chatters and laughter would go away, leaving silence. Their smiles would fade away, turning into both looks of disgust and hatred. And those who bothered to flash a smile at her and a quick, "Hello!" Would glare and mutter words behind the blonde's back.

But she was used to it.

As her guards said a quick good-bye, Yang couldn't help but think about how they felt. They were probably glad to be released from a burden.

And she was the burden.

Yang walked through the crowd, her lilac eyes fixed on the entrance to the cafeteria. She was lucky for them to also bother buying her pajamas.

Once she walked in, she heard laughter. She saw a few girls, giggling and laughing. They talked among themselves, chatting about how their school year would be. No matter where she went, there was always some sort of group.

Usually, it would make the blonde lonely.

She grew up locked away, educated by people she never talked to, grew away from her family. She grew in silence and loneliness. She was at the point of rotting away, but was saved. Or was she?

Did it even help? Would it?

She admired how every girl had someone to rely on, someone to talk to. Someone who would shout their name and run through the crowd, only to hug them.

But for her, it was different.

She didn't even know how to talk like a girl her age.

Did they talk about school? Fashion? Or did they gawk at clothing? Were cute boys involved in their conversation?

Yang didn't know and most likely never would.

And so, she walked in silence.

She spotted her sister and wished to run towards her, apologize and assure her it'll never happen again. But that part of her would have to deal with the pain in her heart .

Yang sat down on the floor in far right end corner, where not many were around.

A few girls stopped and glanced at her. Yang paid no attention to them, but felt all eyes on her.

"Miss Xiao Long."

Her head shot up, meeting with Glynda Goodwitch's gaze. She gave a small nod, refusing to speak.

"You are not allowed to be here." She glanced around before adding, "around other students."

Yang raised an eyebrow, heat rushing to her face. She felt more than embarrassed and furious. Instead of fighting, she nodded and stood up.

Once she passed by the students, she swore she heard those words being whispered.

"Murderer."

"Miss Xiao Long, pleasure to meet you." Yang nodded and sat down, not before Professor Ozpin shook her hand.

While Ozpin wasn't expecting much, he found it peculiar how she never talked. Although he had known this for years, he thought she would branch out a little and begin to talk. He was most certainly wrong.

"Professor Ozpin." Glynda cleared her throat. "She can't talk, due to a strange trauma."

He nodded, understanding the trauma she was talking about. The murder of Summer Rose.

Yang mentally thanked Glynda for the excuse. She actually could talk, obviously doing so earlier. It was just that it was strange. Her voice, oh her voice. Her voice was rusty and her words were barely understandable. A part of her wondered how she forgot how to talk in the first place.

"Well Miss Xiao Long, I would like to go over a few...details with you." He awaited a nod before continuing.

"It seems wrong to not allow you to sleep with your fellow students, correct?"

A nod.

"In case you hadn't noticed, most students are against you. I won't lie, Yang. When it was announced that you would be our special student, parents were furious. People declared and even tried to use petitions against your entrance."

She swallowed dryly, stiffening.

Were they really against her?

"But I saw potential in you. Glynda had been by your side, advising and trying to coax you out of your shell. It was hard, and honestly, we have yet to succeed. However, even through those rough years, I saw potential."

"And that's why you're here." Glynda finished.

'Because I have potential? For what?'

"We believe you should be given a chance. You messed up one time at a young age and we wish to give you a second chance to make things right." She continued.

Ozpin smiled. "Like Glynda said, we wish for you to have a better tomorrow. However, due to possible hate crimes against you, we will have you more secured."

Yang nodded, understanding. Was she actually lucky or...?

"As for now, Glynda will escort you to a room."

The lilac eyed girl stood up and followed Glynda to her temporary room.

Ozpin watched before releasing a sigh.

"Murder of Summer Rose..." The words escaped his mouth as he took a sip if coffee. "Murder of Summer Rose.."

He opened a drawer, snatching a black folder labeled 'Summer Rose'. Taking a peek inside, he searched for what he needed. After searching through articles, he finally found it:

Summer Rose:

Cause of Death: Murder/ Burned

Murderer: Yang Xiao Long

Details: Summer Rose was found dead, in the middle of the woods. Her body was believed to be burned, due to the third degree burns on her body. Yang Xiao Long was found near her, crying and whispering over and over again;

"The lady with the flames did it."