But, None Of That Matters.

Chapter 6- Rules of Friendship

"Samuel Park is dead. We won't speak of him from now on. Don't even think about mentioning this to anyone outside of the mansion. No one must know."

My opinion on James was decided by this. In fact, I feel betrayed by Gunner too. I can't say that I trust either of them.

I didn't even get to say goodbye to mum.

I can't mention my own name to anyone. My own birth name... It doesn't belong to me anymore.

I'm Edward King.

It doesn't sound right.

"Hello, my name is Edward King." I try to smile as naturally as I can and even though I look like a poster boy; I can't convince myself that I'm happy with this. No matter how many times I say that this whole idea was the right decision to make; I think about mum and instantly regret everything. I miss you mum.

"Are you okay, Eddy? You've been stood in front of that mirror for a while... (signed)".

That's right. Even Caspian has to adapt to Edward. But, even so, I didn't even notice him come in!

"How are you so quiet?! (signed)". My laugh is beaded with fear as I think about what a good criminal he could be. I really didn't even hear a squeak.

"I have superpowers, that are only given to non-hearing people. (signed)". Caz jokes so sternly that I struggled to realise he's messing with me.

"Very funny. (signed)".

"Honestly though, why were you talking to yourself in front of a mirror? (signed)".

"I was bored. (signed)". I don't want to tell him that it's because I'm so nervous for my first day of college, especially as he doesn't even seem to be bothered by the fact. "Are you sure this outfit looks okay? (signed)".

"Of course! I picked it out myself; I hope you aren't doubting my sense of style... (signed)".

I was so stuck as to what to wear for my first day that Caspian took the responsibility of choosing my outfit.

His car waited patiently for us on the small pebbles of the driveway.

Even though I was eager to get to school, my stomach is turning in knots. I don't know what people will think of me...

At least I have Caspian.

There were a couple of spots left at the college, but only in a few sectors. You need to take one main sport and either track or field for athletics. The trouble is; even though Caz has been persuaded to attend this college with me, he's deaf, so we can't be in the same sport classes. However, we can still meet at breaks and during the academic subjects (as we'll be at the same level).

I'm doing basketball and track, while Caspian is doing table-tennis and track, but with an organised deaf group.

Caz drives smoothly, using his memory to take us on the fastest route.

'Golden Hill [Sport Specialist] College'.

The building is much bigger than my old school and as we enter the car park, it's amazingly clear of students, so I can only assume that they're already in lesson.

A short man in an oversized suit is stood in front of reception.

"Is that the headmaster? (signed)".

"He looks like he would be. (signed)".

"Yeah, I thought so too. (signed)". Caspian locked his sports car and tucked the key into his gym bag.