Silence » a.i

0.3

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the high pitched beeping of my alarm. The first day of school was upon me, and I wasn't happy. My new high school was down the street. It was called Westfield Acadamy and was located at the beginning of Westfield Drive. Walking there would be no issue for me.

The previous night, I finished reading the article and found nothing else except that the boy who died lived on the street. I had a feeling the Hemmings House and the motorcycle accident weren't the only...interesting things on Westfield Drive. But I'd have to wait until school to find out what those things were.

I got up and threw on some dark washed skinny jeans, a white tank top, and a grey cardigan. It wasn't going to be cold outside, so I figured just some light covering would be okay. I slipped on my black Vans and headed out of my room to the bathroom. I brushed my hair and teeth, not even bothering with makeup. I hardly wanted to live in this town, I felt no need to impress anyone.

I left the bathroom and made may way down the stairs, finding Jeremy already in the kitchen. He looked up when he heard me enter and smiled proudly, waving a poptart package. "I got the last poptart."

"Shove it, Germy." I sneered.

"That's not a good attitude to go to school with," he said, talking to me like he'd talk to a toddler. "Speaking of which, I hope you know I'm not driving you to school. Not just today but like, ever."

While my brother was actually a very smart person, he didn't pass his senior year of high school. He was now doing it over, while I was taking senior level classes for the first time. I knew I'd pass in one try. Jeremy just never bothers to apply himself to anything in school.

I shrugged. "I didn't expect you to. I planned for walking." I walked to the door and grabbed my bag from next to it before leaving the house.

He didn't expect me to expect him not to drive me. "W-well...good!" he shouted after me before I closed the door.

I walked down the front steps and made my way down the short driveway again. I stared at the Hemmings House across the street. The windows were dark and the vines growing up the side of the brick house almost completely covered the front. As I turned out of the driveway, I could've sworn I saw someone inside the house, but I figured it was me just freaking out over some ghost stuff.

"Cooper!" Michael called from behind me. I turned and I saw him jogging over to me. He stopped and walked when he was about two yards away. "Where are you headed off to?"

"Uh, school." I answered, although it sounded more like I was asking him if that's where I was going.

"You go to school?" he asked, sounding kind of surprised.

"Yeah," I laughed. "I'm a senior."

"Shit Cooper," he cussed, running a hand through his hair. "I thought you graduated already or something. I had plans for us today."

I stopped and looked at him, a hint of a smile still on my face. "You made plans for me? Without even asking me if I was free?"

He shrugged. "I knew you'd be up for it anyway."

"What is it?"

"A surprise. We'll do it when you get back from school. I'll meet you by the edge of the campus, alright?"

"Um...alright."

"Later, Cooper."

Michael spun on his heels and walked away. I was glad that he was over the events of yesterday when I had accidentally upset him. He probably understood the whole thing wasn't on purpose. I continued my walk to school, looking around at my new town. All of the houses basically looked the same. They were either two stories or one story with short driveways and slightly unkempt yards. The only house out of place was the Hemmings House, but it was also unoccupied for who knows how long.