The Silence - BΔSTILLE

~5~ Lady Luck...

Chapter 5 is hereee oh my goosh! I hope you like it, I had loads of fun making it all up and stuff :3 I'm a little confused as to why this story has been changed to a [PG] as there is nothing remotely 'bad' happening shall I put it...Oh well, as long as that doesn't stop anyone reading this I guess :) Just a side note: further chapters are probably going to start being published at later dates because I have a LOT of revision to do, and I'll be back at school in a week. JUST PRE-WARNING! THANK YOU FOR READING! :D

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Before I knew it, it was Wednesday already. I had spent the entirety of Tuesday in bed doing coursework and stalking celebrities on Twitter; cuz’ dats how i rollllll. I woke up surprisingly early, so I had time to look presentable and actually have breakfast. When I finished showering and all that jazz, I got changed into black leggings: a white shirt with various boom boxes all over followed by white converse and my same nightmare before Christmas bag; the makeup had more effort put into it with a grey smoky look and mascara, whereas my dark brown hair had just been brushed through normally. I was in the kitchen at the moment, scoffing my face with crumpets covered in a crap-load of butter. A stomping came downstairs, I thought it was my parents in which case I began to move away from the nearest place they’d enter but it turned out to be Richard.

“Morning Tam, I can’t take you to Uni today, sorry” He said, smiling apologetically, but I waved my hand in dismiss “Don’t worry about it”

“So, what are you doing today?” He asked me, genuinely interested

“Oh, well I’ve got Science first, Maths, then English” I replied, disappointed I hadn’t got music today

“Oooh I hate Science, I’m terrible at it” Admitted Richard

I faked being shocked, grabbing my chest and pretended collapse dramatically, before saying

“In all my years of living...*wheezes* I’d never have thought you’d...you’d...”

“What Tami?” He said, pretending to cry and holding my limp form on the cold tiled floor.

“*cough cough* say you were...bad....at something...bluehhhhh”...I died.

“What are you two doing?” My mum was stood leaning in the doorway, eyebrows raised and a stern pout.

I stood up quickly and brushed my clothing, Rich coughed discreetly and coolly replied

“Just practising some drama” Mum nodded slowly and walked out the room. We started giggling quietly and fist bumped.

By the time I’d packed my bag and grabbed whatever food I could out of the cupboard, I left the house. It was about a 20-25 minute walk, but I had plenty of time to get there seeing at it was only 08:10am and I had to get there for just after 09:00am. I turned a corner and walked up a long street, but as I did so some people with a bad fashion sense and cigarettes dragging from their detestable lips crossed onto the pavement on the other side of the road. It was the dreaded chavs. I already felt intimidated by their distant presence and bling so I picked up my pace. One of the scruffiest looking men there called over to me “AYE-AYE DARLIN’” I rolled my eyes and carried on walking.  

“I SAID, AYE-AYE” his voice cold and rusty echoing again.  A stone came flying in front of me, not touching me at all but still giving me a fright; I turned and saw one of them with some stones in their hands from one of the houses drives.

“AND I SAY” I glared poisonously as I gave them a rude hand gesture. Some people are so unpleasant. Unanticipated, a cluster of stones were flying towards the back of me; some hit harshly on my skull, some on my back and others clattered onto the pavement in front of me. I swore aggressively and sharply twisted my weight to see the cowards running off around the turning. I held the back of my head and rubbed it gently for a few seconds and moved my eyes around to check for any pain or signs of concussion before checking my hand for any blood. Nope. Nothing.