Silent Screams, Heard By The Deaf

New School, New Life

"Sophia-Rose! Get up! Get up! You promised to help me! Get up!" I heard my mother yell as she shook my body.

I groaned and pushed her hands away then wrapped myself up in my Mickey Mouse blankets.

"Get up!"

"No."

"Sophia-Rose!"

"Mom!"

I felt the blankets get snatched from my body before the cold crept up my toes all the way to my ears. I looked up and saw my mother hovering over me with dark eyes and crossed arms.

"You promised!" She whined.

"Women demand what they want, dogs-"

"Oh don't use that on me! You promised you'd help me stock some books before you went to school!" She said and I mentally pimp slapped myself.

Dammit! Of course I promised! I didn't mean it, I just said it so she would stop bugging me about it! I actually don't even want to see her book store! I don't even want to go to school! I've never been the 'new kid' and I don't want to start today!

"Good people keep promises, Sophie." She said, trying to guilt me into helping her. As always.

"I know."

"So, get up and get dressed!" She smiled and clasped her hands together, her signature, 'I won!' move.

She skipped out of my new room, humming and smiling, leaving me alone in the big, box-filled space.

I yawned and stretched my limbs and sat up.

"Hey, Zax." I said to my fat black and white cat.

He looked up at me with his blue eyes and yawned then stretched out his leg and licked his junk.

"Okay then." I said.

I got up and took a shower then got dressed. I put on a white crinkly above-the-knee skirt, a purple and blue polka dot long sleeve shirt, and purple ballet flats. Girly, I know. I put my curly light brown hair up in a high bun then grabbed my bag and walked out my room and down the stairs.

"Don't you look precious." My father said as he sipped his coffee at the kitchen table.

"I'm sixteen, I'm not suppose to look 'precious', dad." I said.

"Don't remind me." He sighed. "So, you're going to be the new girl today! How does it feel?" He asked.

"Um, nerve-wracking." I said and he laughed.

"Aw, don't worry about it, Rose Bud. You're an amazing little flower, you'll do just fine." He said and stood up and kissed my forehead.

"Dad!" I groaned. "I'm not a little flower!"

"Don't remind me." He mumbled the words again and kissed my cheek then walked out the front door.

"David!" My mother called from the top of the stairs. "Dammit." I heard her say.

"Mom, it's six-thirty! I didn't wake up early for nothing! We stacking books or what?" I yelled.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" She said and came running down the stairs.

We got into her car and finally left for the bookstore.

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"No, no, no! No! Sophie, Romance novels go below the label that says, Romance Novels! Why is this so hard for you?" My mother yelled at me for the ninth time.

"Um, maybe because there isn't actually a label! I'm sorry I can't 'imagine' where every label would be! Jeez! This is so stupid!!" I yelled and threw the book back in the box.