Silence ✔️

• Five

"You look nice, dear," Mother signed to her daughter, smoothing out the small creases in the black skirt that Zelda wore.

Zelda stared down at her outfit, an outfit consisting of blacks and whites, designed nicely with expensive materials. After all, the Harkinian's were a wealthy family. Zelda saw no point in spending money on expensive clothes, but her parents liked doing just that.

This outfit made her look proper and fancy—something that could go a good way or a bad way.

Others would think she was stuck up or snobby, while the other half of those people would admire her clothes and worship the ground she walked once they discovered she was rich.

Zelda bit her lip when her father walked in, wearing a grin on his face when he laid eyes on his happy daughter.

Father began to talk to Mother, then smiled at Zelda and signed the words, "Breakfast is ready."

Zelda nodded and signed for them to leave her room, which they obediently obliged to, talking happily as they closed the door to her large room.

Happy daughter. That's what he thought, that's what Mother also thought, but they didn't know.

The brunette was dreading her first day of high school. Who wouldn't in her situation? She had only had one friend throughout the fifteen years she had lived, and in the eyes of society, that proved you had no life.

Why do people care so much about the quantity of your friends? Quality over quantity, Zelda always told herself.

She didn't want the bullying, but she knew that it would happen again this year. It always had since the day Link Forrester began to tease her in kindergarten.

Then Zelda wondered, where is Link now? She hadn't seen him since fifth grade. He just disappeared all of a sudden. But Midna told her tales of what Link had been doing at school. So, she assumed he had been avoiding her. Since the fifth grade. What if she saw him again this year? What would he do now? What if—

Zelda closed her eyes and silenced her thoughts. She didn't want to think too much before the busy and stressful day ahead of her.

Looking in the mirror, she groaned at her appearance. She hated it, even though Midna and the rest of her family members always said otherwise.

Nevertheless, Zelda thought it was suitable enough for today. After all, it was just school. Many things could go wrong today, but they couldn't be that catastrophic.

She exited her room while blankly staring at her feet, watching them lazily carry her over to the kitchen where a breakfast of french toast awaited her.

Zelda quickly signed a thank you to her father, but he didn't see because he was speaking to Mother about something.

The brunette wondered what they were talking about. It could be anything. They could be talking about her, even. But she would never know unless they began to use sign language. That wouldn't happen, though. They only use that around her and her only.

Quickly, Zelda finished her breakfast and grabbed her backpack, stuffing her sketchbook in there and zipping it up. To save herself from embarrassment, Zelda bid goodbyes to her parents as she walked outside. She didn't want them to follow her out there as she boarded the bus.

Luckily, the bus was already out there and she entered it. She had to sit in the front, because that's where the freshmen had to sit. As you got older, your seating placement moved further back into the yellow bus.

Zelda stared down at her hands, noticing that her knuckles were slightly red due to the cold weather. It wasn't extremely cold, but frankly, Zelda wasn't expecting it to be this chilly in August. It was currently 47 degrees Fahrenheit (about 8.3 degrees Celsius), which wasn't that bad compared to the winter weather that was approaching, it was just surprising for August.