No Questions Allowed

Chapter one

Helloo!!!

Thank you for choosing 'No Questions Allowed to your reads. I promise it will be worth the journey we are about to start.

Also, I would really like if this turns out to be more than book and readers, but instead one hell of a big family where you all express your opinions and support each of you whether if you have your own personal project or simply enjoy reading

Now without any further a do, let us drown in the magnificent experience of Scarlett and her doubts.

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Questions: external behavior from the outsiders that lack of knowledge and that the Jarsdel family is forbidden to even mention.

The world is a doubt itself, I can tell you. Society is surround by doubt's, doubt's they seek for an answer. But sometimes those doubt's own no responses.

I am almost certain that one and each day the interrogation tone is use by, if not all, most of the people on solid ground. Most of all conversations had started with a question. All dialogues own their questions. Knowledge comes together with the first doubt of someone.

I don't really know how and why, but my name is Scarlett Jarsdel and I'm currently seventeen years old. I have always live in the same spot of New York city. This year is no exception, however they are some things that are about to change...

You are probably wondering how I manage to talk and know various details if I'm not allow to ask anything. Well, you can because interrogations are always at your reach, but since my parents are not here I can answer that for you. Whenever my parents believe is necessary for me to grow knowledge of specifically something they just call me by the name and simply dictate a stack of words I try processing inside my head, all at once.

But that only occurs once in a long while. Don't get me wrong, I do know many things, but let's just say not enough.

My family is another case. They barely exchange a word under the roof. The conversations are basically affirmations and facts of what compose their daily life. I don't really know how they manage themselves at work and the doubt's that surrounds every human being's brain.

I'm mainly force to read all books they provide me so I won't ever have a doubt (yes, they believe such thing) and own no thirst for any type of knowledge.

That is also the mayor reason why I don't leave these four walls of my room that tediously surrounds me. I have a tutor that comes every single day of the week and hands me a stack of papers for me to study and read. For her to know I grew something in my head she hands me a sheet where I have to write down all I just learn or mainly the things that still remains in my brain. It's not the most entertaining thing to do, as you may have already notice. But my parents say is for the best of me not to be label as an ignorant.

I'm also not allow to watch any T.V. no social media, no movies, not even read fiction novels. Neither am I to use a phone, I don't even own one for myself. I just always lay on my bed staring at the ceiling as I read more and more written sheets. Sometimes I'm force to write down some essays related to the thoughts in my head.

Of course, I always lie on those ones.

But yeah, that is basically me and my life. What is hilarious is the fact that I'm having all this thoughts as I eat breakfast with my parents.

The kitchen is deadly silence, as usual. It is even capable to hear the crushing sounds my full-mouths does as I chew the crunchy cereal. My mom pours dark coffee in two small mugs. One for her and one for my father that limits himself to read his new politics book.