Silent Treatment

Two

       I walked into my room, pain spreading like wildfire. Not only was I beaten up, but my family left for my sisters recitle, leaving me to fend dinner for myself.

     I ignored the burning in my stomach as I sat down on my bed to start my homework. I always enjoyed coming home, to the safety of my own room. It was my favorite part of the house.

     My walls were painted a dark blue. My bed, which didn't have headboards, has a black comforter, with white zigzag lines across it, with white bed sheets. It was a queen size and had a foam pad on it. To say it is comfortable, is an understatement. It is like laying on a cloud.

     I spend most of my time in my room. I normally do my homework then I fall asleep listening to my music. Music always makes everything better for me, no matter what kind of day I am having. It's a shame that I quit singing. I only stopped so I could work on my piano playing, and because I don't talk anymore.

      I plopped down onto my bed and looked over at my desk. On the desk was a wooden picture frame. The photo inside was of me and my mother sitting across from each other. The picture was taken when I was fifteen, the summer before she passed away.

   I was sitting in the grass, being bored, because I had nothing to do that day. She saw me sitting there and took a seat next to me. We had a staring contest when my sister took the photo. It was one of the best days I had that summer.

   Of course, a ton of things had happened not long before we got out of school though. Memories I didn't want to revisit. Things that hurt me for over a year and that I just recently got over.

    My Freshman year in high school was not the best year for me. Yet again, neither was my Sophomore or Junior year. Now that I am a Senior, I have nothing to worry about. I am going off to college next year and I wont have to deal with anyone from my school.

    I got out of my bed and stood up. I went over to the picture frame and turned it around, not wanting it to bother me again. I made my way down the stairs, admiring all the family photos that were on the walls.

    Photos of my aunt and uncle hung on the wall along with me and my four sister, my mom, their old dog and their son, Liam. Liam goes to a boarding school for insanely smart people. He started going to that school, which I have no idea the name of, the same year my sisters and I moved in.

    It's a shame because we are actually very close to each other, or we used to be. With him being away it has put some distance between us. I miss having him around through, he is a great person to hang out with.

   I walked into the kitchen and immediately went to the refrigerator. I pulled open the right side, the fridge side, and looked inside. I scanned each self and the side door before closing it. There is never anything in the fridge to eat.

    I went over the pantry and opened the top half. All that was in here is cans and junk food snacks. Just snacks and cans. The two don't even go together in a cupboard! What is my aunt thinking. I closed the door and went to the bottom one. I opened it and saw Ramen and coffee making thing.

     I grabbed one of the packets before reentering the kitchen. I grabbed a pot from one of the drawer things and filled it with water. I placed the pot on the stove then set the temperature knob to high. I pulled myself onto the counter and sat there staring at the pot.

    Oh my gosh this is boring. Well, a watched pot never boils, or something like that? I sat on the counter and waited for five minutes before getting off. I stirred the pot before I turned the knob to off.

    I put the pot if the back burner after I poured the seasoning in and stirred it. I went back to the fridge and grabbed two packets of presliced cheese.

    I poured the noodles into a pot  before placing a slice of cheese on top. I mixed the noodles around for a little before adding the second slice. I waited for the noodles to cool off before taking it back to my room.

    Once in my room, I pulled my backpack on my bed and unzipped it. I grabbed my Psychology notebook out and opened it to the most recent activity we have done.

    It was a small assignment on body language. In my opinion it was really easy and I finished it in thirty minutes. Then she assigned us the paper to write that same day, which was yesterday.

    I set my binder to the side as I ate my food.  It didn't take me long to finish the bowl and take it downstairs to put in the sink. When I got back I just sat on my bed.

    Just sitting on my bed made me tired. I shouldn't be tired, it is only eight. As I sat there my eyes started to droop and I slowly felt myself start to fall to the side.

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   I am so sorry the spacing in this is really messed up and I don't know why! The story is still coming soon I just wanted to get another chapter out to you guys!

   I hope you guys like it! Stay Lovely!

    -JOY <3