Learning How to Whisper

Chapter one:

Whisper's Point of View:

I pounded my head to the loud hard music pulsing through the speakers. I didn't know the band, or what they were saying, but thats the glory of it. I was like a blow of wind on a cold day, no one wanted me there nor did they say so.

When the song ended, I made my way out of the crowd and made my way to the door.

"Where are you going, Whisper?" I turned and saw Bethy looking at me with her arms folded across her chest.

"Home."

"Don't be silly. You have no home. Crash at my place?" She had bleach blond hair and Brown snake tails that were curled and always bounced when she did.

"Whatever. Im going out to have a few drags." I went outside and pulled a box of cigarettes and a lighter from my back pocket.

Tyler's Point Of Veiw:

"Hurry up and get the waters before we have to go on, Ty." David told me. I nodded and did as my older brother said. I went outside and ran down the sidewalk to the other side of the school. All would have gone well if it were not for a woman screaming, "Oh my god, Its Ty!" And then running after me with four others.

I turned my head once and knocked into a small girl smoking.

I quickly got up and helped her up too, not even looking at her face. I pulled her along dispite her protests and ran into the gymnasium and locked the door. The five or so women were gone.

"What. The. Hell. Was. That for?!" The smoker yelled. I turned to face her. She had bright blue eyes, purple and blue hair that for no apparent reason turned orange in the street light from outside.

Her face looked soft, but pained like she went through a tragedy but never spoke about it.

I kept staring at her and she slapped me.

I looked at her confused.

"Quit staring at me!" she yelled.

"I'm Tyler." I extended a hand.

"I'm not interested in scum." She went to the gym doors and unlocked them, letting the re-appearing women in. As they swarmed around me, she walked out and pulled out another cig-zilla.

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The other band left the stage and it was our turn. Donnie sat at his drums, David at his base guitar, James on his lead guitar, and I sat my acustic down on the chair. I knew the others wanted me to play an acustic tonight, but that wasn't going to happen.

The boys started blasting notes that all seemed jumbled together when I saw the girl from outside bobbing in the ocean of people at my feet.

I swallowed a hard gulp and prepared for what I knew best, time to start singing.

On the right note, I knew it was time.

I whispered, "Move me." And then the real song began...

"You made me believe

That you're not worth it

By the way you left,

Now I'm regretting it,

Every moment of it."

The song began to speed up and I slammed my head along to the drums like everyone else only to pull up back to the mic and roar a few simple lines that created a chorus.

"But I turn the Radio up

And drown out all of it.

Every last thing I did wrong