The Sound of Silence

Prologue

The first thing I smell as I wake up are the typical morning smells: breakfast burning on the stove downstairs, Charlie's shaving cream, and my curling iron smoking like crazy. I force my eyes open, preparing for another wild, annoyingly boring morning. I stare up at my plain white ceiling, listening to the buzz of Charlie's razor and Tricia's increasing complaints about whatever is on the news this morning. Let's get something straight- Charlie is my dad. I call him Charlie because he doesn't act like a dad, let alone my dad. I don't see him much. Tricia is my mom, and though she acts motherly enough, we can't possibly be related. We are sooo different. She's an ex-model and I'm, well, me. She pretends I'm not adopted, but we all know I am. We fight every day on top of it all. I have no connection with them.

I don't want to get up today, my big red comforter so warm and relaxing.

"Sam! Breakfast is ready!" There goes Tricia. I sigh, so much for relaxation.

"Sammy, Sammy! I need you to do my hair!" Ugh. Valentina. Why do little sisters have to be so... loud? "Sammy! Get off you're lazy bum and do my hair!" Valentina shrieked. Um, no thanks. I sit up as she jumps up and down on my bed. I glare at her and she giggles. Her bright, overly cheerful shirt clashes with my dark red walls. Valentina hurls herself off my bed and lands on her knees.

"Ta da!" She cheers as she throws her hands in the air for a standing ovation. I just roll my eyes. She watches as I throw my long legs over the edge of my bed and grab a white container shaped like half a moon. I open my mouth, take out my retainer, and place it in the case and put the case in the small drawer in my nightstand. My sister makes a face.

"That's nasty," Valentina whines. I frown again, then stroll to the bathroom. I pick up the pink curling iron and work on curling my sister's long blonde hair. I look around the small room. The red door (yes, more red) that leads to the closet is closed, the white sink covered in candy wrappers. Valentina saw them too.

"You're not going to tell mom, are you?" she whispers. I raise my eyebrows and watch as her eyes widen. "Okay, I'll clean up, but please please please please please don't tell mom!!!" Valentina begged. Something in my face must have changed, because she grinned and relaxed, letting out a long breath. I brush out the tangles in her hair and she runs out of the room. I smile as I turn off the iron and put it away. I look again at the candy wrappers.

Victoria had freaked because she had gotten into Tricia's candy stash. Supposedly a 'secret' stash, but everyone knew where it was except for Charlie, who doesn't bother to be here long enough to find out. But 'Secret Stash' translated into 'Stolen Halloween Candy' easily enough. She only gives it back as a reward for good behavior.

"Sam Nicole Ocealan, you'd better get downstairs right this minute and into the kitchen. I will count to five," I bolt out of my room and fly (not literally) through the halls. I didn't think about the weird, senseless paintings on the walls, nor notice that the tiles on the floor were wet until I slipped and slid the rest of the way to the stairs. i ignore the cold water seeping into my skin as I take the stairs three at a time, jumping off and over the last five. ''Three." Tricia calls.

I'm running again, knowing that she's serious, even though she is counting slowly. I dash through the front room, around the living room so I don't ruin her Persian rug. Finaly, I reach the big oak doors to the kitchen after what seems like a race against time. "Four."Myshoulders back, lift my chin and push the great doors open silently. That's what I'm best at. I close the doors behind me and pad over to the table. I grab a peice of toast and put it in the toaster. Tricia, Valentina and Charlie (wait what?) are sitting at the table eating black eggs. Leave it to Tricia to make a wonderful, mouthwatering meal. Ha. She couldn't cook to save her life. She burns water.

Just one sniff of 'breakfast' makes me wrinkle my nose. I open the fridge and grab butter. My toast pops out with a ding and I shove a plate under it as it falls through the air. I slather it with butter, then return said butter to the chill chest along with the other food Tricia left out while making her abbomination.

When I turn around, Charlie, Tricia and my eleven-year old sister all look at me expectantly. I just shake my head. Have you been wondering why I haven't spoke one single word since you started reading? Well, the answer to that question is-

--A/N: Hey guys! Yes Yes, I know I'm evil :3) {By the way, that was a man with a moustache} LOL CLIFFHANGER!!! MWAHAHAHA sorry, had to get that out of my system. The answer will be revealed in the first chapter, so if you want it, COMMENT!!!

*hugs to the fans!*

~Niki