Look Away, Ignore the Pain

Chapter 9: Silence is Golden

~Kaitlynn’s Point of View~

“Well? Can you not talk?” One of the girls asked in annoyance. I still stayed frozen in place without lifting my head up from the sight of my black Converse and two other pairs of black polished shoes, completing perfectly neat white stockings. I felt my stomach turn, because I would probably be forced to wear the same uniform as them. “Blimey, I think she’s a mute.” She snapped.

“Hey, she just moved here all the way from Ireland. Lay back a bit, will ya?” the other girl stepped in. Was she… protecting me? I shrugged that thought away and tried to focus on other things, anything else. “Here, you sleep over there. That’s gonna be your room here, but we have to share a bathroom. Anyways, what’s your schedule?” she reached her hand for my thick packet of papers, but since I didn’t know which one of those hundreds of papers was my schedule, I sent her an apologetic expression and handed all of them to her. She giggled a bit and laid the stack on the coffee table in the living room, sorting them into a few stacks. I just noted that she put colourful pages in the middle of the table, black and white ones on the left, some papers with lists on the right, and then pulled out a single page with a table on it and pointed at it while exclaiming a very cheerful “ah huh!” that made me break a small smile. “Okay, so you have anatomy first, but I don’t take anatomy, so I’ll walk you to your course, but you’d have to find you way to your next one. Actually, your last course is Music Theory, which is close to the theatre. Christie, you take Theatre and Performance Arts.” The girl who held my schedule, whose name I assumed to be Sophie, said to the Christie with a smile.

“Yeah, I’ll take you there.” She said uninterestingly. “What do you have before that?” she asked me, but I didn’t respond, so she turned to her mate.

“She has Anatomy first, maths, French, Literature, History, Geography, and erm…more music?” she asked and pointed at the schedule for me to see. I nodded shyly. Dad signed me up for more music lessons in the school here, but I don’t really know why. “That’s cool. I guess you really like music, then.” I smiled shyly at her and nodded.

“So you have Music lessons one after another.” Christie pointed out and took the schedule from Sophie’s hands. “They’re not even in the same hall. The first one is in the Orchestra Hall and the other is in the Performance Hall.” My heart skipped a beat to name of the location of the class, but I forced myself to calm down.

“Oh where are my manners?” Sophie exclaimed loudly. “I’m Sophia Williams, but you can call me Sophie. This here is Christiniana Daly, but if you call her that she’s probably going to smack you.” Sophie laughed.

“Just call me Christie.” The blonde girl said completely uninterested in making any conversation with me. Not that there will be any…

“I’m from Manchester and that bitch over there is from London.” Sophie laughed. Why would you ever call your mate a bitch? But… she didn’t sound like she was trying to insult her… I thought to myself.

“Oh shut up, will ya?” Christie shouted out and smacked Sophie’s arm, amused. Is that what you do in London or is it something typical when you have a mate? I asked in my head.

“So where are you from?” Sophie asked, shrugging away Christie’s annoyance. I couldn’t respond. I just couldn’t. I stood there awkwardly and silently.

“Jesus, she’s a mute.” Christie huffed. I just pulled out my shamrock necklace from my black jumper that covered it and began toying with it.

“That’s a cool necklace. So you’re from Ireland, right?” Sophie asked. I nodded with a slight smile. “Where from?” I thought for a minute about Niall and his fame. I thought of the fact that I use the name “Gallagher” not “Horan”.