Well guys here it is the first chapter to my book, Silent Screams CHAPTER 1: I sat with my head pressed against the car window, the glass cold against my cheek. The morning brought with it a bitter frost that stung my lungs and pricked at my skin. The mindless chatter of my brothers in the backseat was barely audible over the music playing through my headphones. My mother was at the steering wheel, glancing over every now and again to give me a reassuring smile. I returned my eyes to the window, watching the world through the glass pass by. Today was just another miserable day of my quiet and unmerciful existence. My eyes grew sad as my school came into view and i knew the pain was so close. I wished so desperately that my school could somehow disappear. Or perhaps, Maybe, I could just Disappear. Either of those two options would have suited me just fine. Neither happened. My mother must have sensed my despair because as we pulled into the drop-off area she turned to me with a large, ignorant smile. Todays going to be great, sweetie. I love you, She said, her eyes bright and lovely. I forced a smile and gave a small nod as I opened the door, slung my bag over my shoulder, and hopped out of the car. My vans crunched the autumn leaves beneath the soles of my shoes with every step I took. My breath came out in soft white clouds and I pulled my jacket tighter around me as the cold seeped through my clothes. I glanced behind me watching as my moms car pulled away from the curb and disappeared down the road. My brother, Justin was heading to the right of where I was, toward the locker rooms for morning football practice. My younger brother, William, had already disappeared in the crowd, headed for the freshman classrooms. I turned my attention back to the direction in which I was walking. My ears perked up as I overheard peoples comments over my music. ,freak attention whore loser Their words continued but I didnt care. Theyre words never got to me but that doesnt mean I wanted to hear them either. I took my IPod from my pocket, turning up the volume until I couldnt hear anyones voice outside my music. I scanned through the songs, searching for something that would fit my mood. I kept my eyes down as i passed through my schools faded blue double doors. The halls were filled with students. Here and there, someone would glare at me or crack a joke or nasty comment but most of everyone simply ignored my existence all together. I took a deep breath. I didnt need to hear their words being said to me, I could already hear them in my head- a loop of harsh words echoing against my memory. Its always the same. I continued down the hallway. Dipping my head down, a tuff of black hair falling over my eyes and obscuring nearly half my face. I hated my school. Well, I hated the students. I really had nothing against the school. Why would I? The school did nothing but expand my education and most of teachers were fair and kind anyway. My mind wandered as my feet carried me to my locker. I bit my lip, realizing I had forgotten my locker combination, again. It was the middle of the year and I still couldnt manage to remember a simple sequence of numbers. A sigh broke through my lips as I let my head drop, my hair falling around my face. I got down on one knee, sliding my backpack in front of me and pulled out my agenda. I turned to the first page and found the numbers elegantly written on the page. 05-17-38 I repeated the numbers in my head and slid the agenda back into my backpack, stood, and entered the combination into the lock. The spinning dial gave a faint click and i pulled my locker open to reveal the undecorated grey walls of the locker. I never personalized my locker, never seeing the point of it. The locker was the schools and I wouldnt take what wasnt mine. But if you were to go through my backpack youd find that all my notebooks, agenda, and binder were each personalized just the way i wanted them-those were mine. I exchanged a few of my notebooks for a few textbooks and closed the locker, the lock clicking back into place. I felt eyes on me and turned to find the plastic, lip glossed smile of, none other than, Tiffany Cole. I grimaced as I took in her appearance. Short skirt, glittery strapless top and painful looking stilettos. Her long brown hair, straightening to perfection and her makeup, perfect as always. I lowered my head as i slung my backpack over my shoulder and attempted to walk past her. Nothing is ever that easy though. She stepped into my path, towering over me thanks to those damn shoes of hers, and crossed her arms over her chest. I noticed her lips were moving but whatever she was saying wasnt able to penetrate the protective layer of my earphones that guarded against the unwelcome voices. Her lips stopped moving and she stood staring at me with a smirk. Not knowing what to do, I stared back with a blank expression. Her lips started moving in the same pattern as they had before but with much more aggression. I got bored watching her mouth and took my iPod from my pocket and scrolled through the songs, selecting Breaking Benjamin and pressing shuffle. I waited patiently for the music to start, staring at the screen of my iPod, when i felt my earphones being wretched away from me. My ears were stinging and a small gasp escaped my lips as I looked up to find Tiffany with my headphones clutched in her manicured hand. Her smirk was still plastered to her face with triumph clear in those chocolate eyes of hers. No wonder you never respond, mute she spat. you cant even hear a thing. I did nothing but glare at her. As calm as I was, I did not like people interrupting me when I was listening to my music. What is wrong with you? Are you like, retarted or something? I rolled my eyes and held out my hand for my earphones. taking deep breathes through my nose to calm me down. She thoughtlessly tossed my earphones at me and walked away, hips swinging, with her small posse of clones following close behind. I took a long, deep breath through my nose and released it slowly through my mouth. Id never say I hated anyone but if I ever did, that person would be Tiffany. I might have even said I hated her more then her I hated her boyfriend Dustin. In fact, I never really cared for anyone. The only people i ever enjoyed company with where either my immediate family or my best friend Brooke. Although, I never understood why Brooke liked me. She was a small bundle of sunshine with her sweet, carefree attitude. Her association with me was always confusing but my stand offish tendencies never bothered her and she kept sticking by my side no matter what. The first bell sounded through campus, warning the students that they had five minutes to get to class. I shoved my earphones back into my ears and, unfortunately, walked to first period. It was only the morning and already, I wanted the day to be over.
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 01:35:12 +0000
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