Here...

Klay watched the boy from the shadows of her corner. She was sitting indian style on a desk with her back against the wall. She was look at him over the edge of her book. So far, her mask was hidden.

The light flicked on and Klay identified the look on his face as one of disgust. He obviously did not like unclean places. Klay didn't mind, she loved silent places, where no sound was ever made. It comforted her. She continued to watch him.

Klay stopped reading her book because she knew that the boy was approaching. She silenlty cursed herself for not going to the forest or the library today. She lowered her book a bit and watched him approach.
I wonder what he will do when I don't answer him. Maybe I should get out my notyebook...

Klay waved her book in the air slightly and placed the bookmark delicatly in. She put down herbook and looked at the boy. Brushing a peice of hair out of her eye, she wondered how long it would take to worm itself into his brain that she was mute.

Klay sighed a bit and took out her bookmark. Written on it in big black letters was KLAY. She put it back in the right spot and waited for the next question.

Klay gave him a 'you just now noticed?' look. She slipped out her notebook and wrote something on it.
Yes I am mute, My name is Klay, I came up here to find peace and quiet so I could read my book, and what is your name?
She showed it to him.