Hush, Howl (Complete)

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Many readers had been asking if this story had taken a few ideas of the book, Silence by princessharley. I just want to tell you all that my story has a totally original plot and did not take resemblance from any of her book. My novel had been planned out even before I have read princessharley's. So please do understand, even if we may have a few similarities... that doesn't mean that I took any ideas from her book.

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Prologue

“Sapphire, dear! Are you ready?” hearing my mother call, I checked my appearance one last time in the mirror. I arranged the bow that I had put in my hair once again, making sure it was perfectly in place and smoothed down the lacy green dress that I wore. Smiling at my reflection one last time, I skipped downstairs while singing cheerily.

         “I love gummy bears! Oh, so yummy gummy bears!” I chanted, giggling. Carefully I trudged down each step then hopped from the last one to land in our main foyer. Glancing up, I spotted my mother looking down at me with a smile etched onto her lips.  She was wearing a long green dress that was just a shade off from color I was wearing. On her feet she wore a matching pair of shoes with extremely thin heels.  Her eyes twinkled with excitement as she embraced me when I stepped in front of her. I happily returned the gesture.

         “You look so pretty, honey!” my mother bent down so that she was at eye level with me. She pinched my cheeks and kissed me on the nose before saying, “Are you ready to win that contest? We’re gonna go out for your birthday after!” she raised a brow at me with a smile still on her face.

         I felt like I was the luckiest child in the world. It happened that the singing contest I joined was planned on the same day as my birthday. I was turning nine and would hopefully become a singing star all on the same day! On top of that my parents had promised to take me to Fuddruckers, my favorite local restaurant, afterwards.

         To answer my mother’s previous question, I nodded. Grabbing the comb as a temporary mike, I held it tightly between my hands and placed it in front of my lips. “Of course I am, momma! Check this out!” I began to sing my chosen performance song at the top of my lungs, doing the best I could but was cut off when I suddenly got lifted from behind and hung upside down in air.

        “My honey’s so awesome!” my dad cheered, clutching my waist. He threw me under his arm gently and rubbed his knuckles against my head. I shrieked. I just knew he had cause major hair displacement!

        “Stop it, papa! You’re going to ruin my hair!” I cried. I heaved a sigh of relief when he gently set me down on the floor and ran to the mirror to check my appearance. Staring at my reflection I gasped when I spotted my messy and tousled hair. Screaming, I ran to my mother, “Momma! Papa ruined my hair!” I pouted, stomping my feet while pointing a finger at my father.

        “Oh, c’mon Walter, you’re messing up your daughter's hair again!” my mother chided him, pretending to be angry by pointing an accusing finger, though she wasn't able to suppress the smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

        “Well, she looks just fine to me . . .” he chuckled, reaching out and ruffling my hair more.

        “You’re so bad! You better buy me gummy bears for that!” I looked up at his tall form and flashed him a threatening look, placing my hands on my hips.