Silence isn't always Golden

Chapter 3- Train in vain

Chapter 3- Train in vain ( the clash )

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I take long strides as I look down at the weathered pavemnet, my music blasting into my ears. I wonder wether it would be useful to be able to levate. Would you be the only one who could float or would multiple others be able to too? That would create a lot of air traffic. And if i was the only one who could levate would i be locked away and experimented on for being a medical mericle? like you see in those sci-fi films? Oh my god, would they cut my legs off and sell them to gypsy traders?

Okay ,maybe not... But still,

i think i would give levatating a miss , i would rather have wings, but ones that i could tuck away behind my back when i wanted to. The wind tugs at my ponytail as i imagine my hair flying behind me in a flaming mane as i fly. 

As i reach my small house i look up and pull a face. I hate my house, i feel trapped like some prisoner. My mum doesnt let me stay out, not that i have anyone to hang with but i used to take a long walk, with myself for company along the railway tracks when i was younger. I used to balence on the tracks, pretending i was a tight rope walker. As soon as my mum found out were i was going after school she got realy mad. She used to think i was a normal little girl, with dreams of being a princess or a ballerina but i never liked that stuff. Its just not my style.

i rummage in my bag and pull out my keys and open the door slowley hoping my mum wont hear me come in. 

"Flo! is that you?" she yelled

i roll my eyes, of course its me, who else would it be?

i walk into the living room, where she is lying with her body draped over the sofa. I nod a little to acknowledge her.

"where the hell have you been! have you seen the time?" she screaches 

i shrug, i wasnt even late home, my mum has nothing better to do but snoop into my life. she has no job, no husband and a daughter who couldnt stand to live with her. she gets mad with me for the smallest things, i think its so she can vent her anger out. the anger she has held in all her life.

my mum grew up with seven siblings, she never got any attention. In someways she was just like me. she never spoke to many people, until my dad came along. then from there it was that life story that everyone seems to have or know. she fell in love with him, she got pregnant at 17 and he left her as soon as he found out. I think she still misses him even now 16 years later. i hate him, but thats completely expected.  

i look down at my socks and shake my head at her and frown. Im not saying a single word to her. I just want it to be quiet again, my ears seem to ring with all this shouting. i wish she would just have a day off seaching for ways to have a go at me, its boring.

" Did you hear me? Im sick of you being a moody teenager. i wish you would talk like a normal girl, i wish i had a normal daughter who wouldnt act like she was mute! How the hell do you expect to get any friends is you won't even talk to your own mother?"

shes standing up now, her large frame blocking the light from the window. I look at her face, im not scared of her, i just have to resist from screaming back right back at her. i stare at her brown eyes that seem to buldgeing out of her head. her hair, just like mine is loose, sourrounding her face. The crinkles in her face seem more diffined than ever, like carvings in her face. She hasnt even bothered to get out of her night clothes, that shes been wearing all week. i should worry but im sick of trying to motivate her, she doent want to try to get back on track.

she sighs at me, breathing heavily as she lowers her self back into the sofa. i see this as an oppertunity to run up stairs up to my room. I shove my self inside and look up at my star covered ceiling.

when i was little i made stars from paper and wobbled on a step ladder as i put them up. i hoped that it would be like looking at the night sky. it didnt. i slump into the corner of my tiny room and plug my earphones in. i smile for the first time today as i pull out my drawing pad and start to sketch.

Im still touching up my drawing as the light starts to fade. i add a few last touches to the wings of the angel i am drawing and hold it up to the light. Shes not beautiful, but shes not ugly. Shes wearing a ripped black dress that matches her flowing black locks that strays at the back of her head. Her slender face makes her look innocent and young but her red eyes shine through. I wish i could keep on drawing all night, its a good way of escaping my dull life and transporting myself into someone elses.

i rip it out of my sketch book and slide into one ofmy books where i keep all of my other drawings and slide it back into its place. i stride over to my small widow and look out. I look across and see a light in out neighbours house. I lean in closer. No ones lived there for about a year, the old lady who lived there before,died. I stare in shock as the dude from school looks back at me, through his glasses his face is just as creeped out as I imagine mine to be.

oh. my.holy.mackrel.i.am.screwed.

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