Styles, the Psycho Sitter

Chapter One

I know this video isn't recent, but am I the only one who really likes the music that goes with it?

"¡Adios, mi amiga!" I yelled back to Violet as I made my way through the back entrance of school at the end of the day.

I had been very close friends with Violet since reception, which makes that 10 almost 11 years. She had crystal blue eyes, pale skin, and extremely thick brown hair that reached down to her lower back. I had the opposite: green eyes with a small brown part surrounding the pupil, tanned skin, and blonde hair that was medium length. She also had a thing for hippie stuff, wanting long pink hair and loved flower crowns. But she never wore any. Violet was pretty good in school too: A's and A*'s in her end of year exams, when I only achieved B's and C's.

Today, had been a good day. I received an A in my Spanish speaking and a B in my Physical Education theory exam. I smiled at the thought of doing my parents proud, seeing as I was the only child. It was a satisfactory feeling watching their faces light up whenever they heard of my good progress in school, especially because I'm deaf. With two Cochlear Implants.

My parents never wanted anymore children after me, due to the traumatising experience they went through when I fell ill at 19 months with Pneumococcal Meningitis. They told me that that was enough, and they couldn't even think of going through the same or worse with a second child. To be honest, I don't blame them.

They call me 'The Miracle Child' as I had recovered from the life-threatening disease, even though doctors told them I would have brain damage. But I lost my hearing instead. I would much rather loose my hearing than to have brain damage, or loose a limb or my life.

I fiddled around in my bag feeling for my head phones whilst starting the 20 minute journey home, when I came across my quite handsome boyfriend, Michael. I met him over a year ago at my Dad's open house, and it was pretty much love at first sight. At the start, we both didn't have the courage to ask each other out, so I ended up asking his brother, Jo, for his number, and seven months later, he finally did it.

Michael had dark blonde hair that covered his ears, and were starting to form small curls at the end. He too, was tanned like me, and had the most amazing eyes that you could loose yourself into. They contained a pale blue that I struggle to describe. But trust me, they're amazing.

"Hey," he said, as he hugged me from behind.

"Don't do that!" I warned him. "You startled me."

He just shrugged. The anime has caused him to become slightly unsociable. And, of course, it annoyed me. Although he is a sweetheart when he takes me out for dinner.

Some may think he's not good enough for me, as he spends 70% of his time alone doing anything to do with anime. But I always end up over at his, or him over at mine.

"Wanna walk me home?" I asked, but it was more of a rhetorical question as I knew he would anyway.

"Why not?" he smiled. Oh, that smile would make my heart melt and butterflies would form in the pit of my stomach. Every time.

The two of us walked home, hand in hand, as we shared our stories from the day that would soon be past us.

My house was located down a small private road where the sun shone down on in the morning, where the birds sang on the trees that blossomed in the spring, and the snow would create what looked like a soft white blanket on it in the winter.

The house was pretty big for a family of three. With 6 relatively big bedrooms and 4 bathrooms, there had been multiple times when I had mistakenly heard someone moving around upstairs. I just laugh at the memory when ever I think about how silly I had been, worrying and scared that my life would soon be over.