The Ghost's Diary 👻 ✓

20. Storms and Silence

Lindsey Agnes
Knightley

I sit on the chair attached to my study table and review my chemistry homework. Mr Henley gives us way too much homework.

We are studying covalent bonding these days and I can't help but think if humans could bond so easily.

If only we were like electrons that are able to bond with eachother easily to complete their octet or duplet.

Or in humans' case, fill up the holes in their hearts.

I try to make curls at the ends of my hair with my left index finger but my hair is that type of straight that can't be curled.

I look once again at my mahogany table and remember when my parents first bought it for me. I had whinned so much to get this table.

Great, even the freaking table reminds me of my parents!

It has been almost four days since our detour to the world of the journal.

Everything has been strangely normal after that visit.

I do meet Ethan and Allison at school but nothing special has happened except for the usual giggling of Allison and Ethan scolding her.

Hah. Those two...

Though, both of them are total opposites of me but I never find myself bored with them. I guess that's why they say:

Opposites attract.

My relationship with Dylan has somewhat bettered but I can't bring myself to conversation with him. And the silence with him during supper is no serene silence. It's an uncomfortable one.

I feel like it's the silence before a storm. I have been feeling anxious for the past few days. It is like the silence and storm are going hand-in-hand. But, storms and silence have never been able to make peace with eachother, infact, they destroy everything that comes across their path. It is almost like fire combining with petrol.

I look down at my black t-shirt and wonder why I even bought this. I mostly wear black and blue jackets and slacks, but never seldom shirts of this colour. Summers here are not even that warm, so jackets don't bother much. Usually, the highest temperature is at twenty degrees celcius, at maximum.

I don't really wear any skirts, though... and the fact that my school uniform includes trousers for girls too, helps that habit.

The weather is a bit better now in March, warmer even. But not warm enough to wear a t-shirt outside your centrally heated house.

I get up from my chair to spare myself from my worthless thoughts. Orelse my mind will start comparing everything with Chemistry.

I open my bedroom door and go down the stairs for a change in my environment. It's only 4.00 P.M.

I find my feet moving towards the grand hall which used to be a parlour room. I move to and fro about the hall till I come to a halt and sit on the couch.

I fidget in my seat when suddenly someone unexpected barges in.

"Oh, there you are! I was looking all over the house for you, Lindsey." Ms Bragge smiles at me and sits on a chair near me.

I shift a bit and remain silent.

Ms Bragge seems to be a little off today. Usually, she would have started talking by now or have fallen asleep.

She fiddles with her fingers and doesn't say anything.

I find this as my chance to make my escape and get up.