A silent love

Chapter 1: Of Dad Choose This Car Dealership!

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I felt a soft hand on my arm shake me from my -almost- daily nap in history. And was greeted by Mr Hosney staring at me through his nerdy black glasses. And the classrooms smell of dust and leather-books.

"Miss Witwicky, need I remind you again that my class is not nap time you will find yourself in detention." I could see from the corner of my eye, Trent DeMarco snickering at me. I ignored him and opened my opened my conversation notebook I always kept on hand and my favourite mechanical pencil, dark, almost black blue with a star pattern that is almost completely faded. I have always been fascinated by stars and constellations. I can lay for hours on the lawn, pretending to be on dads oh so precious path -what is the point in having nice grass if you can't walk on it barefoot, or lie sprawled out feeling it beneath you, and smelling the relaxing smells of earth and fertiliser?

Giving him the apologetic look I knew he was waiting for I wrote hastily, *I'm sorry Sir it won't happen again."

He rubbed his hand over his eyes, pushing his glasses up his forehead. "That's what you always say." He grumbled. I barely caught the last part as he started to turn and make his way to his desk. My interpreter sat beside me looking like he just got the world's best news, but then, Josh always looks like that. His grey eyes sparkled with a humorous gleam and his reasonably short brown hair framed his tanned freckled squarish shaped face. Mr Hosney motioned for someone to come up. My adopted brother and best friend Sam went upfront . He signed for me as he spoke. He seemed kind of nervous to be standing in front of the class, kept on dropping stuff everywhere, rubbing his neck and muttering what I'm assuming was apologies. I gave a smile and a thumbs up. That's when a spit-ball hit Sam in the neck. I immediately knew who it was who had done it and whirled around heatedly towards Trent signing more than a few colourful insults. He smiled a cocky smile and shrugged at me as if to say 'sorry can't understand you babe.' He always calls me that, it's as if he thinks I can't understand him. Mr Hosney hadn't seen Trent throw it. He started wagging his finger at us as if we are 2 year olds getting sent to 'time out'.

"For my family genealogy report I decided to do it on my Great-Grandfather, Mr Archibald Witwicky. He was a very famous man. He was, in fact one of the first to explore the Arctic Circle..." Considering I had already heard -figuratively of course- this story I began to tune out. Sure it's pretty cool, better than being descended from a serial killer, which biologically I am. But once you hear it a few hundred times, you get bored of it. That and Dad's taken the liberty to using Granddads old quote 'No sacrifice, no victory' whenever he can.

Sam was doing well on his report, until he started to try and sell Granddad's old glasses. That boy is desperate for a car, but then if doesn't get this A, he blows it for both of us. Everyone around me started to pack up. Mr Hosney was saying something as people crammed themselves out the door. I turned Josh who told me that there may or may not be a pop quiz tomorrow and that I should -and I quote- sleep in fear!?

"Really? Sleep in fear?" I asked, raising my eyebrow in question. He nodded and shrugged. "Okaaay then. See you on Monday." I walked over to Sam. "You better not screw this up Sammy. I'll be at the car." He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbed and his dark blue grey/blue eyes darted nervously to dad's green convertible.

I weaved through the crowd of people in the hallway, carefully avoiding Trent, and made my way towards Dad.

"Hi Mal, you think you two are getting a car today?" He sorta smirks at me, something tells me he doesn't have much faith in his son getting another A.