Silence. I hate silence, which actually is a bit ironic since that's all that seems to surround me. It follows me wherever I go, like a moth drawn to a flame. I can never seem to escape it. I especially hate the type of silence where there seems to be a ringing in the air. Slowly but surely driving you to the brink of insanity. I used to love when it was quiet, I thought it was peaceful but I quickly learned that silence can never truly be peaceful. Silence is always just the calm before the storm. It's the prisoners last meal before they get executed. It's the siren singing to the sailor before she kills him. Silence may seem peaceful but what happens when the silence is broken? Can the peace ever be rebuilt or was it ever really there in the first place?
**Flash back**
After I sent the email I felt like I was being watched. The feeling stayed with me everywhere I went, even in my own home. The only safe place I had was my mind, but even then I was still weary. I was contemplating on telling my mom, but then that would mean that I would have to explain what went down with my fa- Luis. I couldn't let that happen, my mom would freak out. Besides I hadn't told anyone except James and Michael. So instead I just ignored it (well at least I tried to) and went on with my life. I was probably just being paranoid, right?
The strangest things would happen though. It started off small at first, like things being misplaced or I couldn't find some items. Then bigger items and more important things started to go missing. Like my books, electronics and even my laptop! Then all at once everything was back. Like it never disappeared in the first place. Thursday morning I woke up and everything was back to normal.
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Normal. I thought everything went back to normal. How I couldn't be more wrong. May 11, 2017 was anything but normal.
*Flash back to May 11, 2017*
I was so relieved that I finally found my laptop. My essay for English was on my laptop, and it's due today. The rest of my morning continued as usual. I showered, got dressed etc. Today's a good day, I can feel it. My thoughts were interrupted by Ms. Davis, my AP-Physics teacher, telling me to go to the counselor. I wonder what they want from me?
I waved to the office ladies as I made my way to my counselor. I would've stopped by and talked to Lydia but I needed to see my counselor first. I liked the office ladies they're always so nice to me. Well generally everyone is. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not popular far from it, but the people I do talk to are always so nice. I suppose it just depends on who you associate yourself with.
I knock on Mr. Duran's, my counselor's, door. I heard a faint "come in" as I reached to open the door. As I walked in I noticed the ginormous smile on Mr. Duran's face.
"So, is it safe to assume that I'm not in trouble?"
Mr. Duran just laughed and handed me over some papers. It had "Sophomore, Class of 2019 Ranking" written on it in bold letters. My palms got sweaty and my heart thumped in my chest, the anticipation was eating me alive. My eyes went to scan over the sheet but they didn't have to wonder that far. Not far at all. I can't believe it! My eyes must be playing tricks on me. There my name was. Right next to number one! I squealed with excitement! I'm so happy that I actually squealed and believe me, I don't squeal.
"Congratulations, Miss. Number One", Mr. Duran's voice brought me back from my thoughts.
"Thank you so so much! I can't explain how grateful I am."I exclaimed
"No need to thank me. However do know that even though you might be number one doesn't mean that you're guarantied that spot forever. You still have to work hard. If anything you have to work harder than everyone else. You know the saying, 'Once your at the top there's no were else to go but down'. But I'm sure you do great".
I was hardly listening to a word he said. I vaguely remember him saying something about not being guarantied, or something like that. I felt like I was on cloud nine. I worked so hard my whole freshman year to be stuck in second place. Not that anything is wrong with it, it's just not where I want to be. Nothing can bring me down right now. At this very moment, I feel invincible.
I went back to class where Michael, my best friend, asked me what they wanted. I've know Michael since first grade. I meet him because one of James' friend brought over his little brother, aka Michael. Since then Michael and I've got really close. Probably, even a little too close for just friends. What used to be a strictly platonic relationship has morphed into something unknown. Now it seems like what used to be brotherly love has become something more intimate. Simple, everyday things become intense, like when we hug it we drag it out until we HAVE to let go. Also, there's was more touching here and there. More hand holding and teasing. At least that's how I feel.
"Well?"
I blinked as I realized that I was staring. A blush coated my cheeks as I responded, "Sorry, I spaced out."
A chuckle escaped his lips as as he said, "you're cute when you blush." Which ultimately ended up with me blushing even harder
"So what did the counselors want?"
I sobered up immediately "Oh, He just told me my ranking" I stated casually.
"And?!" He urged
"I'm number one!"
As I cheered he groaned. Did I fail to mention that Michael was previously number one.
"Haha sucks to be you right now!"
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