The Diamond in the Rough

Chapter One

The rising sun beams light through the curtain slit. The world will soon be awake, and so will I. I roll over facing the nightstand and check my phone for notifications. Of course, there are none. I drag myself to my feet and get ready for school, glad that it's Friday.

I put on gray sweatpants and a white Coldplay T-shirt. My dark hair is straightened, as usual, wearing a tad of mascara. Not like there is anyone to impress at school anyway. I stand in front of the mirror, cringing at my attempt to look decent. My boring brown eyes stare blankly at my reflection, my posture tired and weak. I grab my books and head outside after slipping on a pair of blue tennis shoes.

Yes, I am 16 and fully licensed, but prefer to walk to school. A little walk never hurt anyone, as a matter of fact all I ever do outside my house is take obsurdly long walks.

My first class doesn't start for another fifteen minutes, but I'm already grabbing my books from my locker. My locker is at the end of the hall, the farthest one down. I go unnoticed most the time, with two empty lockers next to mine, but that's just fine with me.

I set my things down at the desk farthest from the door in the back corner. I sit in the same seat everyday, it's like a habit. I check the time, with another ten minutes to spare, I go to the school library.

Some people are amazed by the wide selection of books. As of me, I wish there were more. I've read at least one book off each shelf, some books I have read a few times. As I make my way down the few isles of novels, a bright purple one catches my eye. I know they say never judge a book by its cover, but I just can't help it.

I take a seat at an empty table and read. What seems like only a few minutes passed until the bell rang. I place the book back on the shelf and pace back to class.

I stare blankly at the back of a head in front of me, as if American History couldn't be any more boring. My eyes wander around the room until they lock on somebody staring back at me. Aaron Logans, football quarterback and the school "hottie". Ew. I think I'm the only one who notices his uncontrollable nose-picking and obnoxiously puffed ego. He seems to be spacing off maybe, and notices I'm staring at him in disgust. He looks away and gruffs.

Throughout the day I hop from class to class, waiting in anticipation for the next class to come and pass. I finally reach lunch which marks half the day is over.

The lunch line seems to go on forever, but I finally get my unappetising tray of burnt chicken nuggets and watery mashed potatoes. I sit at the usual table seeing my best friend, Lilly, is already stuffing her face.

"Hey, Aven," Lilly says, but through sign language. See, Lilly has been deaf since the day she was born. This makes us a great pair because I haven't said a word since I literally watched my father beat my mother to death. That was a year and a half ago.

So, wtih a dead mom and a prisoned dad, I live with these rich foster parents who think buying me all this stuff will make me talk again. I admit though, they are pretty cool. They're the kind of parents that think they are still in their twenties and will buy you a fake ID.

You'd think someone with silence would get made fun of at school. Actually, it's the oposite for me. Basically, no one knows or notices me. Even though I've been at the school for a year.

Like usual, we eat our lunch in silence and finish out the school day. As the last bell rings, I grab my textbooks and haul ass out of that school.

Walking home from school is sometimes a drag, with the traffic of all the annoying highschool rampage drivers. As a matter of fact, a silver Mazda Sedan starts pulling up alongside the road and slowing down. My pace quickens and I pretend I don't notice the obvious car. 

The anonomous driver rolls down his window while I'm inwardly having a heart attack. "Need a ride?" Goddamn it's just some kid from my P.E. class, probably smelling my fear from his driver's seat. I shake my head and start to walk away, turning a corner to get away. Of COURSE he follows.

"What's your name? You look familiar but I can't recall seing you around," he says while continually driving slow next to me. I think I remember someone calling hin Caleb. I continue ignoring him. At the same time, I want to answer him. My voice just decides not to work.

"Ohh aren't you the silent girl? Right, right..." he talkes basically to himself, knowing I won't answer. You'd think he'd leave me alone now. But he continues to talk. "I had a little brother who wouldn't talk. Well I shouldn't say had because we still have him, but he talks again. Yeah so wanna hop in?" he rambles. But God, his voice was sexy. I can't help but think how much of an idiot I am.

I don''t want to get in. I hardly know him. "I'll take you home, that's it. Do you live far?" he keeps trying. Jeez, no one has ever pushed so hard for me before. From here it'll take me maybe 25 minutes to walk home. Not that far. 

The car stops and he gets out. Damn, he's tall. He walk to the other side of the car and opens the door for me. "Madam," he says in this accent that's fairly cute. I mentally tell myself to shut up. I find it a coincidence how my voice is silent, but my mind just keeps going and going. I give in and get in the car. I can't figure out why.

He shuts the door and gets back in the driver seat with a hidden look of accomplishment. Some piano music is playing on the radio. As he begins to drive, he says, "You probably don't like this," and turns it to some modern pop music. I think I'm the only whitegirl who doesn't enjoy this unpleasant music.

"So, uh, I kinda don't know where you live," he adds. I point straight ahead. He follows the directions I point until we get to my house. He pulls into the empty driveway. "Damn. I can't help but notice you are wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt when, compared to what I see of your house, you are loaded. Loaded people wear fancy clothes," he explains his observation. I lightly shrug and get out, nodding a thank you. He's saying something about my number, but I purposely shut the door while he's talking. I head inside and don't look back.

 SO yeah someone told me this is just like tfios which i disagree with but I dunno if i should continue this, tell me what you guys think. WELP GUNNA GO EAT SOME CHICKEN SO IMMA BOUNCE.