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Silence

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I sat near my mahogany desk starring out the window of my room. Florida sun filled my room, encasing it in light. If I had it my way I would want it to be darkness instead. But I never got it my way in this huge house. I was constantly ignored. My brother Clayton always got what he wanted and I was always jealous of him. Outside the trees shook as the wind blew through the leaves, the mixture of green and yellows for the coming of fall always made me smile. The house in which I was in was silent. Not a sound rang throughout the house. The only sound was the sound of me breathing. And honestly, the sound of me breathing was very refreshing and I loved being alone. But yet I knew that shortly my happy stage of silence would end and my mom would be back with the five boys who would be staying with us for a while. A while she said, meant a couple months to a year. Apparently mom’s old friend Paul wanted these five boys to come and live with us to experience a normal teenage life they didn’t get to have very often. It’s not that I objected very much. But I wasn’t that excited like my sister Brandy.
I nervously played with the silver locket around my neck. The small necklace had once belonged to my brother, Lucas. He was the family member I was closest to, the one I could talk to for hours. But I bit my lip as I looked back at the painful memories of him—of us. The way we would always go down to the beach and play in the water, surf, or even go scuba diving; but since the accident I haven’t dared to go down to the beach. It’s been four years now, and I know I should be over my fear of the ocean but I couldn’t bring myself to. It was all my fault. Lucas had been my twin brother; I loved him with all my heart. I used to think the two of us were the same soul in two different bodies. We breathed in sync, thought in sync, and sometimes even talked in sync. It was amazing. But after losing him I felt like I lost half myself. I continued to look out the window, twirling the necklace with my fingers. I wonder what these boys would look like. Tall, short, cute, gross-looking, I wouldn’t have a clue what to guess. I was told that they weren’t brothers, but best friends. How would they react to me knowing I don’t speak? Would they be cool about it? Doubt it. Will they make fun of me? Probably, I don’t see why they wouldn’t. Everyone at my school did. They called me the mute who cuts herself, which is only half true. I don’t self-harm, Lucas wouldn’t like that. I looked down at all the bracelets on my wrists. Nope, not once have I laid anything sharp on my wrist, only wear a numerous amount of bracelets. Opening my laptop I opened YouTube and began to play one of my favorite songs, ‘I knew you were Trouble’ by Taylor Swift. I had heard this was about a boy she just broke up with, but I didn’t have the slightest clue who it was about. I liked Taylor, well, the old Taylor. The pop Taylor made me wish I could go back in time and yell at her to stay country. About two seconds before the song ended I heard the front door open.
“Kylee! “ I heard my mom yell up the stairs, “I’m back with our guests!” I quickly shut my laptop and stood up. They were here, oh how I could feel the nervousness begin to creep into my skin. Reaching forward I grabbed my whiteboard and purple expo marker so I could communicate with them. It was the only way I communicated with people, other than texting and messaging them. Walking out of my room I walked down the stairs and into the living room. Sitting on the black couch were five boys. One blonde boy with light blue eyes. A boy with curly brown hair and green eyes. Another boy with brown hair who was wearing red pants. The boy next to him had short hair that seemed to be a light brown. Finally the one sitting on the arm of the couch had black messy hair. There they were, all their eyes staring at me. My mom turned around her lips smiling at me and her eyes showing excitement.
“Oh, this is Kylee,” she said walking towards the kitchen, “I’ll be back in a while, going to get some warm cookies out of the oven. You boys get to know Kylee then you can meet the rest of the gang.”
“I’m Harry,” the boy with curly hair said standing up and walking over to me, “Do you have a boyfriend.”
I stared into his green eyes before pulling the cap off my marker and writing on my white board: No, I’m single, but it’s a pleasure to meet you Harry.
“Oh come on Harry! You’ve only been here for five minutes and you’re already hitting on girls!” the boy with red pants said getting off the couch and approaching Harry and I. “I’m sorry about him,” he elbowed Harry lightly in the stomach, “I’m Louis.”
The boy with black hair raised his hand, “Zayn.”
“Well since we’re introducing ourselves I’m Liam,” said the boy with short hair. My eyes focused on the blonde boy as he stared right at me.
I wiped off my whiteboard and wrote as I walked over to him. I turned the board over showing it to him: And what’s your name?
“I ugh…” the blondie said his cheeks a light pink. Behind me I heard awes. “I Niall,” he said pointing at himself.
I smiled at Niall writing on the board: Cute name Niall. Niall’s cheeks changed to a deep shade of red as my mom walked back into the room carrying a plate of cookies. The boys and I scrambled to sit back down and somehow I got between Niall and Liam. All of us devoured the cookies although Niall didn’t eat any. It didn’t really faze me as to why. At first I thought it was just because he didn’t like chocolate cookies. But his friends decided to prove me wrong.
“What’s wrong Niall, you haven’t eaten anything,” Zayn said eating the last cookie.
“Not hungry,” Niall said looking away from the five of us.
“What!?” Louis and Harry yelled at the same time.
“You heard me, I’m not hungry,” Niall repeated standing up. Zayn whispered with Liam who was sitting close enough to him to talk and I just looked at the ground. I don’t know why but I felt like it was my fault.
“Well then,” my mom said folding her hands. “Everybody should be going to their rooms now.”
“Where are those exactly?” Harry asked standing up and stretching before wiping his hands on his pants.
“Oh. Louis and Harry will bunk like they wanted, your room is upstairs on the right. Same goes for Liam and Zayn, yours is across the hall from Louis and Harry’s,” my mom said before looking over at me and Niall. “As for you two, you can share a room. I bet there’s enough room in Kylee’s bed for you hun.”
I don’t think anyone realized how big my eyes got at the words of my mom. I didn’t know she had planned to make me share a room with a boy, not to mention one of the new boys. I could’ve easily shared a room with my brother Clayton. I’d share a room with Brandy too if she ever bothered to come home to call the room a room. With that my mom took Harry, Liam, and Louis upstairs. Leaving Zayn and me, with a red faced Niall.
I picked up my white board, scribbling: I’m sorry, Niall.
“Oh… ugh… it’s fine,” he said looking away from me.
I walked over to the stairs and out of the corner of my eyes I could see Zayn smirking. I didn’t like the smirk that was on his face and soon I started to see his lips move. He was talking to Niall but I couldn’t see about what.Yet as I walked up the stairs to my room I mentally slapped my mom in the face.
Thanks mom for pairing me up with a boy.