No Questions Allowed

Chapter four

The tension that every day surrounds me and the one I'm already use to hits me the moment I cross through the front door's frame. I had pass so many hours in a place where almost everything rounding on people's tongue were question that entering a place so quiet and a humorless atmosphere seems more unusual than ever. It is even odd thinking of this place like home, although I had never consider it such relevant.

The moment I walk inside the structure of what compose my house the moment I almost run, towards my room, up stairs. I toss my dirty clothes in a basket and give the longest of baths.

I know when I reach dinner I will have to dictate one and each of my actions and the scenes that occurred at my first day at school. The only reason why my father hadn't force me to talk while we drove from school to home was that he hadn't separate his cellphone from his face. It was better that way since I didn't want to immediately jump to the part where he reminds how I can't smudge the name of our family.

And so I want to make this bath to be like a therapy that will prepare me for what my parents will say at the dinning table. It is why I just invade my mind with all that happened today so I know what to say, what not to say and how to alter some trues to my favor. I won't lie, don't think me wrong, but I try to dress the truth in the most precious of silks.

At Chemistry Class, the guy that is what they call "partner" since we're at the same table spoke a few more things on each two seconds. I guess he is what you would categorize as a social human being.

That is something my parents forbid me to be. The least we talk and the more we observe the better. They have always believe such thing. If they are correct or not, I cannot tell you.

Yeah, and even when the guy spoke so much I never got to catch his name. I don't blame him, I didn't tell him mine. But what he did talk was about the reason of his frustration with Lathan. He plays soccer and so he had to hand some report or something, I don't truly remember. Lathan was the one suppose to hand the report to this coach man and so he didn't. Now he doesn't know if he will be able to play in some season or something, but one thing he did assure and that was Lathan's misery if he couldn't qualify for the competitions.

I laugh at his furious reaction when Lathan's name reach his mind. He spoke through greeted teeth when he told a few more things about the guy. He also used the term doll almost on each sentence and he insisted that would be what he will call me until he grows knowledge of my name. I smile and assure reaching my name would be more like a task.

After a long period of time I finally get out of the shower and dress with clean clothes. I comb my now wet hair, since I washed it and walk downstairs when the dull smell of my mother's food reaches all the way up to my room. Perhaps not, but my mind is too accustom that I can already perceive things even if they haven't occur.

Dad is already on the dinning table and so is mom. I feel their gazes burning my skin and so I don't dare to look up. Instead I reach for one of the chairs and sit down, my head sinking in the colorless plate of beans and vegetables that is in my front.

Don't dare and mention meat under this roof.

I know I have to be grateful for the food I own, but sometimes I get a little sick of the same meal that sometimes taste as what you tell your mind.

"Scarlett," my mother breaks the silence after a while. It is when I clench the fork in my fist even harder.

"Mother," I say after she says nothing and I already know she expects a response from me.

"I really hope you hadn't behave incorrectly the first day of this new environment."

"I didn't," I almost mutter, but instead drag a broccoli to my mouth so I'll have the excuse of not talking. That would be having none manners and God free the Jardels from that atrocity.