"Wake up Malia! Dad's not home so I'm driving you to school before he does get home! Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Erica's voice rang through my ears. I mentally groaned and sat up, rubbing my eyes in the process.
I kicked the blankets off me and walked over to my dresser. I picked out a hoodie and sweatpants, I also picked out a bra, underwear, and socks to go along with it.
I turned around and walked out of my bedroom door over to the closed loo. I looked over to Erica for help.
"Payton hurry up! Michael's going to be home soon and Malia needs to get out of here faster then you do!" She pounded on the door.
"Alright! Alright! Hold up." He opened the door and walked out, it's strange why he did that. I pushed that thought to the side and walked into the bathroom.
I locked the door and peeled off my clothes. I hopped into the shower quickly and washed my body and hair.
I stepped out of the shower and put on my clothes. I put on mascara, blow dried my hair, and walked out of the bathroom.
I walked into my room again, grabbing my backpack, tablet, and wallet.
"Are you ready, Mia?" Erica asked while bouncing into my room. I nodded and walked down the stairs.
"So, graduations coming up next week. Whatcha wearing." Payton asked me. I looked at him until I grabbed my dry erase board and marker and wrote down 'not going'. I showed him and he gasped.
"Not going? Why not?!"
I erased the board and wrote down, 'bullied, remember.' and again, showed him.
"You have to go in order to pass. You know that, right?" Erica looked at me in the rearview mirror. I nodded, I understand that.
"Do you want to repeat school?" Payton looked at me like I had 10 heads. I wouldn't blame him.
I shook my head and wrote, 'Dropping out today.' He read it out loud and again they both gasped.
"College?!" They both said. I shrugged and looked out the window. I heard them sigh and I smirked to myself, I always win.
"Why don't you talk? Or smile? No one has told us why. We never even heard your voice before! Never on recordings, videos, reality. Not even a noise from you. N-E-V-E-R." Erica whined.
I looked at her for a minute, then looked out the window again. I never told anyone the reason, I'm not going to do it now.
"Fine then, don't answer. We're going to Nandos after school, you're going to get to know us better and you're going to tell us about you." Payton smirked and then the car turned silent. It was really awkward but I couldn't stop the awkwardness if I wanted to.
I nodded and looked out the window. I noticed a black car beside us, it sort of looked suspicious. I don't know why though.
But then I realized it. It was the same car that was in all my photos. The same black car, same dent, same smashed window, same person in the driver seat. It was my uncle Moss.
After all these years of not finding my voice, I finally found it and managed to say, "Uncle Moss"
"What?" They both asked. Moss looked over and noticed me staring, so he smirked. I knew what he was going to do, so I hoped on Erica's lap and took over the wheel. I pressed on the gas and looked in the rearview mirror. He went sideways in a ditch. I knew he was trying to run us off the road. He's been trying to do it to every vehicle I'm in.
"What are you dong Malia! GET BACK IN YOUR SEAT!" Erica yelled.
"UNCLE MOSS WAS TRYING TO KILL US!" I yelled back. I hopped back in the back seat and looked at them two. Payton was looking at me with a weird look, almost as if he admires my voice. Erica just looked shocked.
"Whoa.." Payton looked amused, "Why have you been hiding your voice?"
I just looked at him more, I knew it was coming soon. Just be brave Malia. Just be brave.
"No friends, what's the point. No mum, no point. No dad, I'm an orphan. Pathetic, worthless, ugly. Why need a voice when no one talks to me?"
"Use your voice! Come on, no more laying in the dirt! Show the school your voice! It's like an angel's voice." Erica smiled. I looked down and shook my head.
"You do know it's because you don't speak. They think your weak." Payton looked at me. I looked at him back and thought about it, should I? I guess it wouldn't be hard.
"Sure?"
"YES! Now, can you sing?" Erica asked. I shrugged.
"What song do you know by heart?" Payton asked. He held up a Sleeping With Sirens CD. I nodded.
"Play King For A Day." He did. The beat started and I smirked, not smiled.
"Dare me jump off this jersey bridge, I bet you never had a friday night like this. Keep it up, Keep it up, lets raise hands, reach up to the sky and I see red. Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy, red for the drinks that mixed with suicide." I started off. I stopped though. I don't like singing infront of people.
"Here, sing Free Now." Payton put on the song and I actually smiled.
I sung the sung and when I was done Payton started clapping, "You have a voice sis." I blushed.
"Now, were at school. Stick with Payton and if he ditches you, you tell me through this walky talky." Erica passed me a walky talky and then we got out of the car.
