Not always Silent.

Please, be friend.

Legs balanced on each other perfecting the alphabet letter 'X' crisscrossed, and controlling the TV remote.

'Drowned in the sea of latest English movie categorized into favorites since last winter,' Guinevere said, whilst inserting the DVD player inside.

'Sacrificing a time for downtime,' she added, kind of making a cinema hall, objecting the curtains cover the capacity of bright sunlight to be darkened into complete black.

'As if the doorknob has loosen it's tightness, a granny cringing's developing the voice protocol to find more depth for more sharp undertones buzzing in my ear,' she barked, socializing with the madness of her no-cooling-madness-button like the roots of the evergreens grown in the water sprouting rather than blooming. In a sudden, a warm hand embroidered the clear-view- image of the TV light immediately darkening and concealing the only black background tenderizing her brain.

'Come on, guess who I am?' a bold boyish voice shoot inside the ear, 'Cian?' she grouched after he liberated his hands and seeing as 99 percent of the diverse fog on screen slowly cleared.

'Exactly' said Cian, who was very tall, mixture of white and brown skin and handsome guy, he had sharp brown eyes easing to capture varies important and not-so to bottle in, in the delicate brain of him, had a decided mouth and nose and born with dedicated confidence of only few people may have.

'You got him right, Guiney,' said Theresa, at the same time she disconnected the movie and popped the bubble gum blown into a skinny pink, 'You mean, Guinevere' Guinevere grumbled, observing the blank TV until it restart.

'Little did I know, I was invisible or a statue or a ghost' a disappointment in the whining's of Cian lacking the excitement on the silent subject, 'I am really sorry' Guinevere replied. 'I know all about you, of course, I understand your background and you can not at all tolerate if you are mainly ignored.

'I appreciate your terrible judgement including the know-it-all information based on my background, the least I can speak of,' yawned Cian, feeling more condemned, 'Anyway, my mother's next house, the minimal white coated 4 story building, requesting the shifters to bring along the neccesaries and father's filling up the transportation bill' wishing he could say something a bit more interesting.

'Mother and father' Guinevere questioned him, trying to feel the existence of the word attitude, attitude of curiosity and kindness, except kindness was forgotten.
'Lets talk about it in other times!' he answered in a very low tone, which no one heard, but the heartless tea cups, walls and of course living Guinevere, as she nodded.

'Welcome,' a smoothed acknowledged voice interrupted, large full bags dangling around grandpa's shoulder and neck, while Cian's parent brought two to three card boxes in the stroller making high-pitch crr...s.

Guinevere strongly reminded herself to be polite and said, 'Welcome' and help them unload their magic Cinderella pumpkin carriage.
'Hello, really nice of you' said Cian's mother, entering the cinema squad until Theresa intrude the worn dark universe twinkle it's star, the sunlight finally mounted the overcasted dark room, the outcome of the new live giving room made Resa proud of the adjustments.

" Thank you " Guinevere replied. She didn't feel much like running into the matter with Theresa, standing still with a slight sneer.

" I heard that you are applying to the same high school Cian has applied today, so be very good friends, you know he doesn't get along other. " Cian's mom said patting her son's shoulder.

" Of vourse, I would but normally " but Theresa kept on enchanting retribution on the hungry buff like her sister to not deny it already, " aha, I would be friend with your son " Guinevere said bitting her lower lips reddening the true color of blood and the Smith's left right away even before offered a traditional tea party.
" May be next time " grandma said, losing concentration of her geltle, heartwarming tea session.

" There's first time for everything and I can feel it from the look of your eyes" Guinevere said, looking forward to let everyone smile, and she inhaled the presence of herself because no one appreciated it, nobody.
" Buckle yourself to fled high so no one can catch you, that means study reach the highest level of your sister, Resa, " commanded grandma. Then, she sank to the floor to debug the untidy bags and smiled to Resa with great pride.

" Grandma's right " Resa said, repeating the same dialogue till it got boring.

" Why are you so vividly disgusting and more annoying than the cuckoo-bird, can't you move a little away from me, even three to four inch will do it's job " Guinevere screamed, sprinting upstairs to her bedroom.

" Next time, I will stand just like the bodyguard, always following you" said Resa cutting the speech short.

Disclaimer.
Resa is the home name of Theresa.
And hope you enjoy the story and comment.