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Prologue

Michael's POV

For as long as I can remember I lived outside the box. Always wanting to stray from the predetermined line of my existence and always coloring outside of those said lines. I was the adventurous type I guess you could say. In school I was friends with everyone, no matter who they were. I'm just trying to enjoy the world like it's meant to be enjoyed so sue me.

Since I was little it was nearly impossible to keep me quiet. I was always talking, singing, or making music in some way. I just loved noise and was a firm believer in saying things even if they didn't want to be heard. That's just who I am. I'm two weeks away from summer vacation and my summer getaway.

My parents pulled a few strings to get me into a summer music program here in Sydney but it meant I would have to move into a house with other kids my age looking to make it big. My best friend Luke was going too and I couldn't be more pumped. Hopefully someone would recognize our talents and I wouldn't have to be stuck in school anymore.

"Michael! Michael!" My teacher shouted, breaking up my daydream.

"What?" I snapped on accident and the room erupted into oh's from my classmates. I rolled my eyes at their immaturity.

Just as my teacher opens her mouth to scold me, the bell rings. A shove or two from my classmates, a sideways glance from my teacher and I'm out the door to yet another unpredictable Friday night. Luke and I always hang out on Fridays so it's really up to what we feel like doing that night.

"Hey Luke!" I said, draping my arm over his shoulder while we walked down the hallway.

"Hey Mikey." He greeted.

"We hanging out tonight?" I asked as we made our way to our cars.

"I can't, I'm grounded for what happened last week." Luke rolled his eyes. I remember very vividly what happened last week. We might have egged my ex girlfriends sports car and gotten caught by her parents.

My parents were out of town so I was in the clear but Luke on the other hand got in trouble. His parents were quite strict with him and weren't too fond of me. You see, I used to pick on Luke when we were younger and parents don't take lightly to that shit. Oops, how was I to know we'd be best friends in just a few years.

"Damn man that sucks." I shrugged.

"Yeah so I will see you Sunday at my house for practice?" It was more of a question than a statement.

"Sure Lukey." I smiled and hopped into my car. I sped out of the parking lot and through town to my house.

My house was the biggest on this street with coded gates and all that fancy shit. It was cool I guess but most of the time it didn't feel like my home. It was so big and I spent a lot of time alone. Not that I minded because there is a library of books waiting for me to get lost in. I loved reading and it was my escape from life.

Even though I'm kind of popular at school and get along with everyone, I don't have many true friends. My parents are rich doctors and people think I'm a spoiled brat. Shit maybe I am but I am still a human. Therefore with the exception of Luke, I don't really hang out with many people.

Within 15 minutes I'm home and hurrying up the stairs to my room. Halfway to the top of them my mum calls to me, halting my escape.

"Michael! Come here a second would you?" She called and I groaned.

"Yes mum! Be right down." I yelled back.

With a roll of my eyes I stomped down the stairs to our main living area where my parents were sat with an unfamiliar lad.

Great my parents picked up a hitchhiker and now he's going to murder us.

No more scary books for me, my imagination is running loose.

When I got closer to the sofa my mum takes it upon herself to introduce me to our houseguest.

"This is our son Michael. It's such a wonder why you've never met each other after all these years of Jeff and your father being friends." My mum gushes and the stranger seems to tense at her words.

Well I guess the good news is he isn't some random stranger going to kill is in our sleep. I hope. Seriously no more James Patterson novels.

"Karen, let's let the boy be." My father finally speaks.

The boy gave his best friendly smile but anyone could see it was an imposter. Why on Earth was he here? Something told me my parents had a lot of explaining to do.

"Michael would you show Calum to the spare room?" My mother ordered more than questioned.

I shot her a glare that said 'you owe me an explanation,' and headed up the stairs with this mystery guy on my heels. either he packed light or he wasn't staying long because in his hands he carried a duffle bag and a black guitar case. Across from my room was our spare bedroom that was occasionally used when relatives visited which was once in every million years. It's not like our house wasn't big enough, it was a little empty if you ask me.

"Well this is it." I said and pushed the door open. The brown haired boy walked past me and sat his things on the bed, sitting down next to them.

His hair was dark and so were his eyes. His face seemed innocent, like he had so much more to him than he was letting on. I remembered his guitar case and maybe I could strike up a conversation with him about music.

"So you play?" I asked and he glanced to the guitar case and nodded. Does he not know how to talk?

"You don't talk much do you?" I asked and he shook his head. He was probably the first person I was unable to start a conversation with.

"Okay, well dinner will probably be ready in like an hour or so and my room is across the hall if you need anything." I offered and turned to leave. Silence is always so deafening to me except when I'm reading of course.

I hurried back down the stairs so my parents could explain to me why there
was a mute stranger in our house.

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New Malum story!

Gonna try to keep on top of it but as of right now it's coming soon...

I need to process some thoughts about it

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