Silence

Chapter 2

Apologize for not updating in forever! Here is chapter 2 and more to come soon!
I hope you enjoy it so far! I'm trying to make each chapter as long as I can!

The picture above is what I imagine Matthew to look like.

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Currently I am sitting in 8th period Sociology, which is the only other class I managed to make it to in time today.  Today was possible the hardest first day I have every had. Usually the school are much smaller so it is easier to navigate, but this school is about 3 times larger than the biggest one I went to before. Lunch was possibly the worst of it all. I have no friends or anyone to talk to so it was kinda hard to sit next to someone without it being awkward as hell. Somehow I've managed to have 3 classes with Matthew, which is weird because it's such a large school.

The bell rings and signals the school day is over. I made it though the day. But tomorrow's another challenge in itself. I could barley remember my locker number or my combo. But just trying to find the hall it's in is hard enough. I make my way out the door and try to find my locker to get my purse, so I can get the hell out of this place.  The one good thing about this school is that they let you bring your backpack with you to class so you don't have to carry everything with you.

After 4 minutes of searching for the hall my locker is in I made my way to my locker. 14-2-24? Nope 14-24-2? My locker clicks and opens.  I grab my tan clutch and shut my locker, and jump back. Leaning against the locker next to mine is some guy whom seems familiar, but I don't know where from.. He has a smirk on his fac, which is weird, and has his arms crossed against his chest.  He's tall but not ass tall as Matthew. Wait why am I comparing him to Matthew? Maybe because Matthew is the only person in this school who I know. He has messy brown hair and green eyes.  He is attractive but not as attractive as—. I'll stop myself there. I'm not going to say Matthew is attractive... Well I just did didn't I.

"May I help you?"  I say to him.

"What's your name cutie?" He says totally blowing off my question.

"Like I said, can I help you?" Asking again. Maybe this time her will actually tell me why he's here.

"I don't know, but the question is, can you help me?" What? "How about you and me Saturday night, my place?"

"Do I even know you?" I ask avoiding his cocky pick up that he expects to work.

"We're in Anatomy together remember?" He says as if it's common sense. How would I remember? I saw about a thousand faces today. "I'm Anthony by the way"

"Okay, Anthony I'm sorry if I was expected to remember your name, but I'm new here and know about 2 people, so excuse me for not knowing who you are, but I should be getting home, I have a lot of unpacking to do. And as for Saturday, sorry but no thanks." I say as o start to walk away.

Once I'm about a foot or so away I'm suddenly jerked back by my wrist. I look around and the halls are now deserted besides a few students that walk pass, oblivious of the situation. I look down at my wrist which Anthony is now holding tightly preventing me from leaving his grasp.

"Let go of me!" I forcefully say to him. What's his problem.

"You may be new here, but I'm Anthony, the quarterback for our football team. And I don't take no for an answer.

"I may be new here, but I'm Summer, and I'm a black belt and can kick your ass any day. If you don't let go of me in 3 seconds I'll snap your wrist. Which to me seems like the only thing going for you. Not just for football, but for all of the night you are home alone because you're too pathetic to actually get any. So if I were you, I would let go of me RIGHT NOW!"  I spit as forcefully as I can trying to look intimidating to the supposed quarterback. I may be small, but I am not useless. I can and will hurt him if he doesn't let go.

"Haha, like you could hurt me! I bet you can't even hurt a fl—" I twist my wrist out of his grip, and swiftly grab his and twist it behind his back. Just a little bit more pressure and I can break it. "What the hell! Bitch!" He asked for it.

"What did you expect. I warned you I could and would break your arm. You didn't let go, so this is what you get." I say still holding his arm behind his back. I tighten my grip slightly to make it hurt more, and to make a point. "Now, don't ever grab a women like that. I don't care who you are. You are never entitled to be a dick." I spit. With that I let go of his arm and walk away without turning around.

"You will pay for this! Trust me you will pay!" He screams as I walk away down the hall. I notice the slim few students still left in the building are now starting at me. Some in shock possible what I just did to the quarterback and some look a little scared as they back up as I get a little closer. Wow Summer, first day and people are already are afraid of you. 

I finally reach the exit doors to the school and I go to push the door open but suddenly feel a sharp pain in my wrist. I look down and see a greenish yellow mark forming on the wrist Anthony grabbed ever so forcefully. It's just a bruise and it's not like anyone pays attention to me to notice it anyways. I continue out the doors and make my way to my Pontiac G6 and get in. Because it's only September 3rd and practically still summer, I up the sunroof and begin my drive home. At least I know how to do that thanks to my phone's navigation system.

1 wrong turn and what seems like millions of stoplights later, I make it to my driveway and park my car in the garage. I grab my bag and begin walking inside when my mother pops out of nowhere and scares the living hell out of me.

"How was school?" She says all too eager to hear my response. "Fine" I mumble as I walk inside shutting the door behind me. I mean what did she expect? Me to be ecstatic to start my senior year with no friends?

"Summer wait! Did something happen at school?" My mother asks pushing me further.

"Nothing mom, it's just a big school and hard to get around." I say slightly covering my wrist with my other hand. The last thing I want is for my mom to see that.

"I'm sorry honey, I'm sure tomorrow will be better." She says not knowing what really happened.

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A couple hours have past and multiple papers requiring parent signatures later and I'm getting ready for bed. I need my sleep after today I think to myself. I pick up my brush and begin brushing my hair. I recently decided that I wanted to cut my hair myself and let's just say it didn't work out. 7 inches later and a trip to the salon to fix my mess of a haircut and I now have shoulder length dirty blonde hair. I miss my long hair, but with a new school it called for a new makeover. (Just maybe next time I won't cut my own hair.)

I finally hop into bed after setting my alarm for 6 am and drift off into sleep. Tomorrow should be interesting.