Logans POV
I flopped down on my bed, fatigue washing over me. I had just completely moved house.
In one day.
My mom thought it was necessary to fully move into our new house the day we arrived, just to make a good impression.
We were here in California, ready to restart. Back in our old town my mother was known as a slut becuase she had been caught supposedly cheating. The guy had been molesting her for months, keeping her quiet. But because of that, my dad asked for a job transfer and we moved here.
"Sweetie?" My mother called, poking her head in the doorway.
"Yah mom?"
"We have some neighbors here to welcome us." She grinned and I got up to follow her, not very excited to meet our new neighbors.
"This is Joan, Edward, Frankie and Ariana." She motioned to a family sitting on our sofas, sipping glasses of water.
"Nice to meet you." I said, smiling softly at them.
They all nodded and greeted me, except for the young girl. Ariana.
"So Logan, how about you and Ariana sit and chat while me and her parents have a conversation. frankie, we have an older son lounging in the kitchen if you want to go and meet him." She smiled and motioned us off.
I grinned at Ariana and motioned for her to follow me.
We arrived in my room and sat on my bed, her hands underneath her as she rocked forwards and backwards.
"So," I said, hoping to break the tension. "how old are you."
She looked up at me, shock evident in her features. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish, small squeaking noises being the only sound she was making.
"Oook? I'm seventeen." I trailed off at the end, me not being very good in awkward situations.
She nodded furiously and grinned pointing to herself.
"You're seventeen too?" She nodded and I laughed. "So, why can't you say so." After the words left my lips her expression fell.
She pointed at her self, crossed her fingers in an x and pointed to her throat.
"You don't talk?" I asked, disbelief evident in my voice. She nodded. "Wow, why?"
She raised her eyebrow at me.
"Right." I then held up my finger and raced to my closet, newly unpacked things lying useless on the floor.
I pulled out an old whiteboard and a marker, handing them to her.
"Keep them." I said. "You need them more than I do."
Thanks was written neatly on the board, followed by a huge smile from her.
"No problem."
.:ATHORS NOTE:.
Haha so bad first chapter I know. I'm just in a weird mood and can't put my thoughts into words lol.
Love you llamacorns :*
