hi, sorry I haven't updated in forever.
I've been kinda busy this summer but I'm gonna try as much as possible to update,
my aunts wedding was a few days ago which was really fun, I also went to a one direction concert in July which was amazing.
but thanks for 1.30k reads, it means a lot.
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Chapter Six
'How was your day honey?" My mother called as i stormed into the house.
Anger was still rampant, making my entire body ache with fury. I slammed the front door shut making the entire entry way shake. My mother turned to face me with a shocked expression. She stood in the kitchen. a towel thrown over her shoulder and a bag of frozen peas in her hand.
My mother and i were identical in looks, long brown hair, same round face and same body shape. The only difference between us was our eyes. She had pale green eyes and i had the stark contrast of my fathers eyes, dark brown. That was the only thing that proved there was someone else who created me, i wasnt just a clone of my mother.
"What happened?" My mother asked as her sh*f7y8oulders sagged in disappointment.
I slid my backpack off my shoulder and kicked my shoes into the corner and looked at my mother with a desperately angry face.
"Im dropping out of school." I signed, walking past her.
I wanted nothing more than to go up to my room and lock myself away with music in my ears but my mother was never a one to let me go without an explanation.
"Stop." She barked, her voice echoing off the walls of the open concept of the living room, kitchen area.
i turned slowly around to face her, my mouth pursed in a displeased manner. I crossed my arms before my chest and shifted my weight to my left foot, waiting impaitently for her continuation.
"Whats going on?" She pleaded with concern in her voice.
I shook my head and glanced upward clearly showing her i wasnt in the mood to have a conversation about this particular situation right now.
I uncrossed my arms and signed to her quickly, "Just starting at a new school mom. Dont worry about it."
The moment my hands finished the final word i was gone, escaping upstairs to my bedroom. My mothers voice echoed once more off the walls but her words were incomprehensible to my unwilling ears. I quickly entered my bedroom and pulled the door closed behind me.
This was still a foreign place to me. The walls were not as worn and welcoming as my old room had been. My old room was the first place i called home. The day after i was born i was placed in a crib surrounded by those four walls. The day after my accident i was brought home and placed in the same bed. Every day from then on that is where i slept. Every day that was where i played and did homework. That was my safe spot, where no one ever needed to speak. I wasnt judged or ridiculed by anyone because no one was ever allowed in. It was a place for me to handle.
Now i was stuck here, in this odd, misshapen place where i had no memories, where i had no safety. Yes, it had all the stuff from my old room but it didnt fit correctly here. Nothing had a permanent residence yet so it just seemed out of place, including me. Everything just felt wrong.
Collapsing onto my bed i buried my face into my pillows. Luckily they still smelt like home. They had yet to retain the new and unfamiliar smell of this house. Taking a deep breathe in, i rolled to my back and stared up at the white ceiling. Without removing my eyes from the ceiling i reached over and grabbed the small remote off my nightstand. Aiming it at the opposing wall i pressed the play button allowing music to spill out of the large stereo system that was station there.
I sat on my bed and shut my eyes. Letting the music fill my ears. Until the ringing sound of the doorbell downstairs snapped me out of my little moment. My mothers high pitched compant voice rang through the house though her words were muffled by the walls.
I listened halfheartedly focusing on both my music and her loud voice. Our visitor was clearly male due to the fact that a deep resounding sound echoed every response every so often, not a high pitch one as woman would have. After a few moments of chatting i heard the front door close and the talking cease.
"Gwen, can you come down here please." My mother called loudly up the stairs.
This was one of the moments where being mute really effected my home life. I couldnt just ignore her, she was a worried woman and if i were to not respond she would appear in my doorway within a few moments of her bellow with a worried look splashed across her tired face.
I rolled reluctantly off of my bed and began a slow and tedious trek to my awaiting mother. When i reached the top of the stairs my body instantly went into the ever simple 'what' sign.
Glancing down the stairs i witnessed something that i would have never expected.
My mother was not alone but with the tall figure of a boy.
The tall figure of Harry Styles.
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Okay this is only part one and ill update part two later on.
Im working on another book rn that ill be updating sooner then later.
