Silence Chapter One

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Chapter One

I shrug on the itchy, yellow cardigan with a look of disgust stubbornly plastered on my face. I kind of hate my mom for buying it for me. I mean, it’s pretty, but I’m all for comfort over style. I would wear sweats and a hoodie any day, but with mom, things were different. She would have a heart attack if she saw me looking any less then perfect. And I don’t mean that in an over-exaggerated kind of way. She would literally have a heart attack.

I get so frustrated every time I have lunch with her, knowing that if I’m not presentable, Mom will freak. Dad tried reasoning with me one time. He said that sense she only gets to see me once a month; the least I can do was wear pretty cloths. I guess he has a point, but still.

I brush through my long, matted hair, counting each stroke so that I stop thinking of my mother. One, two, three.

I would give anything to never have to see her again. I know it’s an awful thing to say, but it’s true. Our monthly mother-daughter days always leave me feeling cranky and self-conscious. And it’s not like there’s anything I can do to avoid them. They’re court-mandated. You’d think this counts as cruel and unusual punishment and, therefore, be unconstitutional, but I guess not.

Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one.

“Via, she’s here.” My dad calls up the stairs. I throw down the brush, giving myself a quick glance-over in the mirror. I guess I look good enough.

I tare down the stairs, knowing my dad will want me to hurry. If I get out there before my mom gets to the door, it will save him from a very long and awkward conversation.

“Love you, Dad. See ya.” I call as I open the heavy front door.

“Play nice.” He jokes. I shake my head at him as I pull the door closed behind me.

I walk slowly toward my mom’s blue van, pulling my hands anxiously through my hair. I glance down at my feet, suddenly aware of the fact that I had forgotten to change shoes. I’m wearing my dirty Rugby sneakers. Fantastic, now Mom will have something to bug me about all day.

“Hi Mom.” I say brightly as I pull open the car door.

“Hi sweetie, sorry for the mess.” She says guiltily, gesturing around the perfectly clean van.

“Um, that’s alright.” I say questioningly.

“Honey, don’t mumble. It makes you sound unconfident.” She scolds.

“Sorry.” I say, scratching my head.

Mom backs out of the driveway with one hand on the steering wheel and the other fixing her hair. She glances at me for not even a second before turning her attention back on the mirror and her hair.

“I really wish you had worn different shoes, Via.”

“Me too.” I say under my breath.
THIS IS ONLY PART OF CH. 1.....DO BE CONTINUED