The language of silence and love

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Switchblade by Phildel chimes through the speakers of the latest HP computer. She dances to the notes on the piano as the song comes to a soft end. There Adriana stood in her bubble gum pink master bedroom as Afraid of the Dark by Phildel began to play off of the play list. She tossed herself onto her queen sized bed as it creaked and the baby blue sheets ruffled by her movements. She then cocked her head to the side and stared upon her almond brown shelves that sat on pegs upon her beautiful pink wall. On those shelves stood various sized crowns that sat next to their assigned ribbons and ties. All of them pink and covered in glitter as if a unicorn had vomited upon them. Adriana sighed, trying to speak as no words came from her dark brown lips. She pressed her small hands against her brown skinned cheeks and caressed them. She imagined and dreamt of a better world. One in which she was not born a mute. One where she could speak and communicate with everyone around her. Adriana lived the life of a princess despite her condition but the ability to speak was the only thing that she wished for; not all of the pageant crowns and college degrees. Her mother and father were top doctors in the American country and were business owners on the side so she was born into a quite wealthy family. One that could sustain her life onto the life of her great great grandchildren's. Yet again, she sighed and threw herself upwards as her long pitch black hair fell against her radiant Indian skin. There stood a mirror in front of her bed. She stared at herself, full of great confidence. How could the most beautiful girl in the world be like this? A mute you were guessing? No, something of more pressing matters. Boredom. A bored 17 year old girl that had childish intentions that would end up no good. Despite graduating from high school and college with several master degrees in the Fine Arts, she was still young. Boredom and a young mind do not mix well. Adriana rolled from her bed to reach the chester drawer that sat next to her bed. Her phone rested there on it's charger. Adriana loved her Alcatel One Touch Fierce 2. It was unimaginably cool despite all her friends begging her to purchase a Galaxy Note 4 or Galaxy S5's. She scrolled through Instagram and saw all of her friend's having fun on their Spring Break vacations. She wished she could do the same but she promised her parents that she would get a summer job. That's still in progress. Sadly. Adriana rolled completely off the bed, and landed on the heavily carpeted floor with a thud. She calmly got up from the floor and smoothed out her Versace dress. Today would be the day that she'd go out and get a job without her parent's name being spread around to allow her top positions. Adriana carefully shook her hips from left to right and ran to her walk-in closet to retrieve her Volatile Mechanic Combat Boots. She slipped them on, grabbed her purple Coach purse, her phone, and house keys and raced out the door. Adriana locked the doors to her parents mansion in the suburbs, closed the security gates while waving bye to the house maids and security guards on her way, and made her way downtown. She didn't want to drive her Ferrari downtown because people would know that she didn't belong there. The outfit was already quite enough to tell. Adriana bounced with every step as she made her way into a downtown coffee shop named Cafe' De L'amour. She imagined how it would have sounded to hear the french words roll off her tongue and she grew excited by the idea. A familiar bell chimed as she opened the door to the shop and walked towards the counter. The people surrounding her stared at her appearance like they had never seen her before. A few teenage girls grew rather happy as they noticed her dress from the old Versace fashion show from last year and wanted to ask her questions but their mothers and fathers made them sit and behave. Maybe they noticed she was a mute? Adriana shook off the idea at first but then began to wonder. Is her mute-ness something definite? "Hey sugar dear, you're holding up the line" a quite handsome male voice announced to her as she snapped from her trance. She noticed the line growing behind her and stood facing the counter and looked down apologetically. "It's fine. Don't worry about it. What would you like to order, miss?" the male asked. Adriana looked up at his features. She didn't notice before but he was quite handsome. His face sculpted symmetrically, cream colored skin, shoulder length beach blonde hair, bright, enchanting blue eyes, light pink lips, a few snake bite piercings, and ear cuffs. Not only that but he appeared to enjoy the same music she did by his Pierce the Veil band tee and various band wristbands. Adriana typed on her phone, since she uses it at like a translator, that she was looking for a job application and that she wished to get the opportunity to work here. He kindly smiled, which was absolutely beautiful in her eyes, causing her to blush, and pointed towards a set of computers that sat on a round school table with a sign attached to the table that said job sign up. She smiled in response and walked towards the table. She hoped she didn't embarass herself in front of the cutie. 

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