No Noise

Communication Error

"We are moving to California son," Benton's father signed and mouthed the words to him.

Benton reacted with a shake of his head and signed,"No!!"

His father signed back his apologies. It was too late, his father's job had already transferred his employment to another company in another state.

Benton stormed to his room and lurched his door open and slammed it as hard as he could. I can't hear it, but you can! He thought begrudgingly. He flopped onto his bed and groaned. Why was this happening to me? I just made friends that learned how to sign and I could communicate with now we have to leave, all because of my fathers work. Benton lay silently on his bed and thought of California. Why so far? Florida is my home. Tears streaked the side of his face and fell onto his pillow.

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William sat at the kitchen table, with his head in his hands, their home to be soon be swept away with cardboard boxes, filled with their whole lives, only to be hundreds of miles away for his work. Regret pleaguing his gut, but hope keeping his decision surmountable.

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Benton's father wiped the sweat pouring into his eyes.

"I believe that's the last of it." Heaving the hauling trucks door closed.

He locked it and patted the metal door and sighed. He looked over to his son's window and shook his head apologetically. This was going to be hard for him, he knew that, but his work was important and he had no other choice but to go where they sent him.

William, trudged back to the house to retrieve his son. He slowly treaded his way to room. He turned the doorknob and poked his head in. Benton stood by the window and didn't turn around, still unaware of his father's presence. He walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. Benton flinched and turned around. He looked at his father with worry-filled eyes.

William signed to Benton,"Time to go." He nodded knowing there was nothing he could do to protest his father. They left the house with goodbyes and piled up into the moving truck. The journey from Florida to California was going to be a overstretched one.

Benton mused out the widow, watching the house slip from his view. Sitting back in his seat, all he could do was endure the long drive to his new home.

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William pulled the moving truck up into a cracked and weed filled pavement driveway, bestowing the sight of the new house they will be staying in. The houses in California varied drastically compared to Florida. The house was white wood panelled, with a brown shingled roof. One story, with large windows. The yard was slightly unkempt, the paint needed a little touch up, but all-in-all, was still a pretty decent house.
Benton unbuckled his seatbelt and slid out of the truck. His heart pained with homesickness, as unfamiliarity shook him.
William shuffled him up to the door and pulled the key out of his pocket and nudged Benton, handing him the silver key. He nodded towards the door, as if to say go ahead.

Benton unlocked the door hesitantly, stepping one foot over the threshold cautiously. As he slowly widened the door, he peered in and saw mahogany wood floors and cream colored walls. Assuming the spacious area was the living room, with a open wall to see into the kitchen, he made his way in.
His father followed him in and began walking around. Brenton walked down a hallway leading from the kitchen. He saw three doors and figured one of them had to be his room. He opened the first door to his left, only to find a measly bathroom with a standing shower, a small sink and toilet. The next door to the right of him had to be his! He opened it up and looked in. The room walls were plain white and had a folding door closet. The room looked a tad bit bigger than his last, which won some brownie points. Benton slightly smiled and thought maybe this won't be too bad..this place kind of feels homey.