"Silence" Book 1

Chapter 5 : The Guitar

I woke up to my alarm going off saying, “it’s 6:20”. I made myself get up at 6:20 now considering how many times I’ve almost been really late. I groan and turn over to hit the “snooze” button on the alarm set on my phone. “I hate mornings” I groan into my pillow. I slowly get up and walk to the bathroom door. 

Just as I'm about to walk into the bathroom, I hear someone talking and decide to listen in...

“Daniel, He can’t know he’s just a boy.” a faint voice says downstairs.

“Huh?” I stop in my tracks and look over towards my door. I slowly and quietly walk over to it and press my ear up against the door listening.

“What would he think!” talking again.

It went quiet. I assumed it was because my mom was on the phone with someone, due to knowing the all too familiar tired voice, but who was she talking to?; a question that’s never going to be answered. I assume the person responded because the talking started again.

“But If he finds out about this he’ll….he’ll” they paused.

I stopped listening in fear of hearing something I shouldn’t. But more or less, I was confused about what she was talking about earlier, and who is Daniel she keeps talking about? I didn’t get much more time to think when my phone went off. I got up and looked at it. It was Angel. He texted me.

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“[Angel]: Dude, where are you?”

“[Damian] Sorry, I…”

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I stopped for a moment to think up an excuse, because I tried to explain what I just heard.

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“[Damian] Sorry, I slept in.”

“[Angel] Again? Just hurry up, okay?”

“[Damian] Aill do, see ya.”

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I put my phone down and got ready.

I walk into school unnoticed like always. I silently walked through the halls to my locker. When I got there I put my stuff away, but I stopped when I heard a sorta high pitched voice.

“Hey Damian!”

“Huh?” I say while looking over my shoulder.

“Sasha? What are you doing here? Aren’t you a junior?” I ask turning towards her.

“So many questions!” she said, kinda annoyed.

“*sigh* What I'm doing here is that I wanted to ask if you’d go to my Christmas party!”

“But you didn’t answer how you're over here when you're a junior..”

“Doesn’t matter! Are you going or not!?”

“Jeez, fine I'll go.” I say shutting my locker.

“Ok good! See ya then!” she says before turning on her heel and walking away.

“How am I her friend?” I mutter under my breath.

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I make it two minutes late to music and just get a warning for being late. I sit down at a random seat, seeing as how we don’t have assigned seats in this class. When class starts I hear the chairs next to me being silently moved but still audible. I don’t think much of it, so I go back to what the teacher said to do on our computers.

“Psst, Damian.” I hear someone whisper next to me. I immediately know who it is.

“Damian.” the voice says again.

“Damian!” he repeats but a bit louder but not loud enough for other people to hear.

“For the love of Irene, what do you want!?” I say sternly, but still whispering, turning toward the culprit. Alastor.

“Chill, I just thought you’d want your guitar back.” he said moving to the seat next to me.

“Last night when I scared you and then you dropped your guitar and ran, I won't ask why you ran, but umm.. I saw when you dropped it you ruined some of the strings. So I thought I’d take it home and have my dad fix it, he fixes instruments for a living.” he said smiling afterwards.

“And I'm sorry I scared you.” he said, rubbing the back of his head while smiling, handing me the guitar.

I was stunned for a second, I could feel my ears faintly burning.

“T-Thanks, and I-It’s fine.” I say with obvious stuttering. My Irene I hate my stuttering.

“You're welcome!” He says just as I hesitate to grab it, eventually taking it and looking over it.

“Good as new.” 

“If only he knew how special this is to me” I thought while looking at it.

“Thank you so much.” I say grabbing it. We freeze when we hear the teacher's voice.

“Ahem, boys, do you need to go to detention for talking?” the teacher says.

“N-No mam, we’re sorry.” I politely turned towards her.

“Ok, just don’t talk again and we won’t have that problem.” she said sternly.

Everyone was snickering and giggling.

“I thought she was really nice?” Alastor suddenly says.

“She is, but when it comes to students talking in her class, she gets a bit upset.” I said to him,

“Detention, Alastor Mcfraw, and Damian Lycan-May.” Mrs. JJ suddenly says while her back is still facing us and writing on the board. A few snickers and giggles followed.

“Sorry, we’ll be on our way.” I say while getting up to leave.
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