Musical Silence

Back on Track

I still remember when we pulled up to our new home in a really old and rickety 1980 volkswagen. Looking up at the two-story, grey house, I took out my earbuds and sighed. 

"Well? What do you think? It's close to the skate park."

I open the door without answering and opened the trunk and took out a box containing my music albums and posters. Mom walks up to me and puts her hands on her hips. 

"Not talking today huh?"

"As long as I get an upstairs bedroom, my own bathroom, and a window leading to the roof... then I don't care."

I turned around and walked up the steps to the porch and opened the front door. It smelled like old books and was open. I find the stair case and bring the box upstairs. I immediatly go for the room with red and black walls. Seems like a victorian-styled house. It felt nice. I plug my earbus back in and walk back down to help carry in boxes. The front door was still open. I hear a high screech of a moving truck stopping in our driveway. I just want to get my stuff in and start putting together my new room. Kind of exciting really... I run up to the man driving the truck and wait for him to open the back so I can grab all of my stuff. 

"Excited about moving?" 

I stare at him silently. 

"How about making new friends?"

I glare at him.

"Not much of a talker huh?"

Just then, my mom comes up and stand in between me and the odd man.

"I am sorry sir, it's been a little harsh on her. She hasn't talked much."

She tucks her hair behind her ear and gives him a sypathetic looking.

"Oh it's okay ma'm. I understand."

Mom smiles and turns around.

"Hey, sweetie, how about you go grab a few of these lovely men and ask them to help you with carrying your stuff in your room? It's getting late and we need to at least have furniture in our rooms to sleep in tonight."

I nod and jump into the truck and walk through all the boxes to the back. Where all of my things were. That man is weird. Sorry but, treating me like a 7-year-old is not going to make me talk. I grab my box that has my make-up and mirrors and jump out of the truck. 

"So you live anywhere close?"

The man smiled and nodded.

"Yea actually. I only live a few blocks east of here!"

The man looks at me and bends his knees to my height.

"Sorry if I spooked ya kiddo. Just tryin to be friendly."

"I am 15. Maybe next time you should talk to me like I am 15."

I turn around and start toward the house. I can hear moms voice behind me.

"Ah jeez... I'm really sorry." 

And then the creepy guys voice.

"Ah shucks! It's all good! I've got a 14-year-old myself! Moody aren't they? Teenager I mean."

"Heh, yea. So, you got kids?"

That's when I stopped in my tracks and listened in. 

"Yup! Just one!"

"You and your wife must be exhausted."

"Nah. Just me. His momma was a druggie and got thrown in the slammer just about a year ago. And we were never married."

"Oh. I am so sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay. So what about you? What's your deal?"

Ah jeez. Adult flirting is gross. Flirting in general is gross. Mostly cause I wouldn't understand it at all. I mean, I don't have friends. Let alone a boyfriend. I shudder at just the thought of being all 'lovey dovey' for any more than a second! I continue walking into the house. It started making sense. When we first pulled up, I wondered why mom would get such a big house for only two people. Now I know why. She is already looking for a date. I don't blame her. I wouldn't understand so, I'm not gonna get involved. As long as I don't hear them at night, then I'm all good. I walk inside and accidently drop my make-up mirror on the floor. I set down the box and kneel down. Then I noticed something. There was a hole in the wall. I grab my phone and turn on the flashlight. Looking through the hole, I realize that it was hollow. Wow. Awesome! Hidden room! I hear the footsteps of a carrier and bolt up the stairs. When we are all moved in, I have GOT to check out that room!