Silent Droplets

Chapter Two

*Hey! If you had already read Chapter One before this update I recommend you reread it because I changed several names and rewrote a couple paragraphs. Sorry for the inconvenient message. Enjoy the story!

There were suddle wind gusts that flew through the house due to the opening and closing front door. Her mind was churning with the short happening of a charmer who had appeared in her living room during the midst of sunrise.

He left her with a ponderous open mouth and a file stocked with unanswered questions. She was determined to unravel the mystery behind his puzzling fixture.

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I couldn't consume such a brief period of greeting. After Elle left with Alexander and Harry, I decided to prepare myself a bowl of cereal. I swung open the door of the fridge and latched my fingers onto the milk's handle. I flipped open the dry goods cabinet and pulled out the Raisin Bran. As I poured the contents into a bowl I questioned why Elle had left with Alexander after she had hours before gotten into an argument with him. Another riddle to keep myself anxious.

As I dragged the spoon full of cereal up to my mouth I heard a knocking at the kitchen window.

It was no one other than Leila. She was the girl who lived in the house adjacent to mine. You could consider her to be my closest friend.

Her small hands held up a baggy labeled "Pastries for Morning". Leila's mother enjoyed cooking and baking along with classifying each of her specialties.

I giggled at her nonchalant expression as I walked to open the front door.

"I saw Elle leave with Alexander," she said confused, "so I assume they're on good terms?"

I shrugged at loss for words myself when only this morning she was tearing up over him. "I guess so," I trailed.

I downed the last bite of Raisin Bran and rinsed my bowl in the sink. Leila shuffled over to the cabinet to retrieve a glass which shortly after was filled with orange juice.

"Who was the other guy with Alexander and Elle?" Leila questioned opening the box of pastries.

"His name is Harry," I said looking at my feet. "He seemed very mischievous."

She simply grinned while taking out a croissant. "How so?" Leila asked.

"If I recall correctly, he smirked while shaking my hand," I exclaimed checking the time. It was 6:46.

She wiggled her eyebrows and took a bite of the croissant. "He probably thinks your pretty."

I sighed heavily pushing Leila's comment aside. It made me uneasy and uncomfortable.

"We should get going, school starts in twenty," I said grabbing my bag off the barstool.

We headed out the door in silence.

I didn't hate school. School didn't hate me. No one bullied me. I kept my distance from most of the kids trying to avoid as much drama as I could. I didn't have a problem with people. But I also couldn't control how I reacted.

It was like the world was closing in on me, crushing my body into a compact cube with all my problems swarming my head. They buzzed around in circles.

It could take place at any moment any time. Whether it be a crowded hallway or an extremely quiet classroom. Most of the time I would do my best to avoid these cramping thoughts which worked best when I obeyed the doctor and took my medication. The side effects of taking the pills were heavy waves of depression. This was unusual for anyone to explain but it seemed when I was safe from the attacks I was hit with lack of motivation and negative voices. It was a matter of what I felt like dealing with each day. Some days I was so confident it appeared I could handle an anxiety attack. Other days it was like giving up and deciding to shove the white pills down my throat.

After the encounter with Elle's friends I felt like I could face World War 2.

Leila noticed my dazed expression as we got closer to school property. She nudged my side with her elbow snapping me out of my trance.

As we approached the entrance we also got suddenly upfront with the group of boys who had a reputation for throwing many house parties. This group also held the only boy I had thought about since primary school. His name was Logan and his figure was slender and pale with short brown hair and light blue eyes.

Due to my sudden outbursts, I had never came to my senses to have a conversation with him.

But my mind was opening up a space for Harry that expanded further than Logan's secluded section.

As we finally reached our small group of friends with my head down like usual, I noticed how delightfully cool the temperature was.

We were encircled on the front lawn of the school campus chatting about the upcoming literature exam on Friday. I made small comments every so often was my gesture of reassuring everyone that I wasn't too deep into a different thought. Normally I would drift slowly into a spiral of reflected thoughts and ideas from the current conversation.

"So what happened this morning Lyd?" Shailene asked with a suspicious smile.

Shailene was another girl part of our distant group of friends. She was extremely skinny and tended to tower over most of the students. Her short blond hair barely reached her boney collar bones.

"Just a friendly encounter with Alexander's friend," I trailed off with uninterest. Shailene wasn't the type of person you wanted to spill your secrets or fantasies to. She was sweet girl who hadn't had much of a filter. She was known for gossiping.

"Who is he?" She gasped with sarcastic fright.

"Who said it was a boy?" I remarked trying to distract her from the subject.

She laughed abruptly and playfully shoved my shoulder. I felt nervous like the air started to compact above my head. It was closing in on me.

Leila snapped me out of my trance and shushed the subject from reappearing. She rubbed my back with comfort and sincerity as I shook the hem of my shirt.

The bell rang soon enough to end the uncomfortable subject lingering in the air. It was unusual for myself to be so self assuring when talking to boys, the reason why Shailene and Leila made such a big deal over the matter.

I walked to class with the comfort of my binder and my large purse resting on my hip. As I turned the corner to step into the classroom I looked up to see Logan tilting his head back to erupt in laughter.