A/N- Hii! Here is the first chapter of Silent. I really hope you like it! I'm not going to do author notes on every chapter, just when needed. Please remember to comment and vote! If you are ever confused feel free to ask me anything. I love you all and I really hope you enjoy this!!
And now I present you with Silent.
Kelly~
I'm silent.
Not completely silent.
But silent enough.
No one but me and my brother, John, know why. Well know you are going to know why. When I was little my mother worked all the time and It was just my dad, John and I at the house. My dad always yelled at me for saying or doing something wrong. He would find at least one thing wrong with what I did, even if it was the tiniest thing. I would have anxiety attacks because of him yelling at me and then he would yell at me more and John calmed me down. When I got to school I didn't talk because I didn't want to say anything wrong and get yelled at. All the teachers though that I didn't know how so I got out into the special group that has to learn how to pronounce words and had extra help. Dad didn't like that and I would get yelled at everyday after school for it and sometimes he would abuse me for not trying enough and making him look bad.
I would only say retains words like 'I love you' am I would only say it to John every night. I didn't say it to my father, I honestly thought he hated me, and I never said it to my mom because she was rarely ever home and she never did anything to stop my dad. I told John and he told my mom but she just laughed in his face. John would always make sure I never got abused or yelled at again. Until he moved out at the age of 20 because he got a well paying job and enough money to buy a small one story house in a small town in Maine, York to be exact. I was 16 at the time. At the age of 18 I moved out of my parents house and into his. I have been living there for about a year know and it has been perfect. He has a job as a construction worker and a wonderful girlfriend named Melanie. I have a part-time job at a local florist/garden shop owned by a little old lady named Helena. They normally don't give jobs out to 19 year olds or to people who aren't particularly fond of talking, but John some how convinced her.
I love flowers and gardening. This morning John took me to Home Depot and let me pick out a few new flowers to put in my garden that I keep in his yard. I picked some purple pansies and some pink carnations. I already have a red rose bush, daisies, sun flowers, tulips and some daffodils. I tend to it every morning.
Right now John is at work and I'm planting my new flowers. I don't have to worry about getting to dirty or taking to long in the garden because I already had work this morning. As I was planting and listening to music a moving truck pulls up to the house across from us. They must be the buyers of Gladice's house. Gladice was an old lady who just passed last month. Mostly everyone in this town was elderly but anyways, she was very lovely and nice. Whenever she went into town and some something about flowers that I didn't own she would pick it up for me.
"I CALL THE BIGGEST BEDROOM!" I hear a teenage boy shout. Oh boy. Boys. That are teenagers. I haven't interacted with one since I moved out.
"Boys," I hear a lady say. Wait boys? That means more than one. Oh gosh, " I believe the biggest bedroom is for us" I finally turn around to look at the new people. I see three teenage guys. and two adults. All three of the teenage guys moving boxes out of the truck while the two adults go into the home.
"Fine second biggest bedroom." A tall guy with blondish hair with tattoos says.
"Third biggest!" Another tall guy with brunette says.
"Why do I always get the smallest room?" The shortest guy with blondish hair says. Then the brunette pats his back.
"Well that's because you are the baby Keats."
They haven't noticed me. Maybe if I get away without them knowing I won't have to be social until John comes back. I get up and start tip-toeing to the front door. I don't do very well because I trip over something and I kick my watering can. It lands on the driveway and makes a loud crash. I quickly run over to it and pick it up. Hopefully they didn't notice. I look up and see them staring at me. I start to chew my cheeks, a nervous habit I have. I look at them for a bit longer an they wave, then run into the house.
That was enough for today.
Wesley~
I can'y believe my mom and Brent are making us move to Maine. Even though Brent got a better job, I don't see why Drew, Keaton and I couldn't have stayed in California. I left all of my friends there to move to a town with all old people and no good area to skate or surf. It's so stupid. At least Drew came with us. He didn't have to, but he chose to.
"I CALL THE BIGGEST BEDROOM!" Drew shouts as soon as he steps foot out of the car.
"Boys, I believe the biggest bedroom is for us" My mom says pointing to herself and Brent and then they head inside.
"Fine second biggest bedroom." Drew says starting to unpack the truck.
"Third biggest!" I say quickly.
"Why do I always get the smallest room?" I go up to Keaton and pat his back.
"Well that's because you are the baby Keats." He pouts but we soon go back to unloading the truck.
While we are stacking boxes we hear a crash. We turn around and see a girl that looks about 18 running towards a watering can. She is wearing a pink t-shirt under overall shorts and black converse. She looks pretty cute in overalls. She has brown wavy hair that goes to about the middle of her stomach. She picks up the can and then looks up. She looks at us for a while so we wave to her. As we wave she runs into her dark blue one story house. It looks really small compared to our 3 story house.
"Hottie alert" Drew says.
"I call dibs" I say.
"She can chose who she wants" Drew says.
"You guys are pigs. We haven't even been here for a full hour. Plus she may already be taken when she looks like that." Keaton says and takes his box inside.
"That is probably true. But we will wait and see my man, wait and see." Drew says before walking off. I stand there for a moment. Looking at the house across the street, with the beautiful garden, and the beautiful girl.
