silence

chapter 1

"Finally.." I muttered under my breath. After getting the last bags into the new house we were done, moving was such a stressful thing anyone could go through.
"Laurel! What are you resting for we still have things to do" My dad annoying voice boomed angrily from outside, snapping me out of my trance.
I quickly got up not to farther aggravate my dad,"coming", I say as I make my way to the entrance of the door.
There my father was pacing up and down making sure to have not forgotten anything in the big pick up truck. He briefly looked over me and shook his head, he could tell I was tired and gave me the signal to go rest for a while.
I slowly ran up the stairs and into the first room I saw, it was quite big but not as huge as the home we owned in California. I took a huge leap on the bed, its warmness and soft feeling engulfing me in.
I was so tired it was an understatement to say, closing my eyes I brought my feet legs up to my chin, letting everything set in.
I'm going to start a new school in 2 weeks, I just moved across the country, I have no friends, I suck at making friends....
And with all those thoughts racing in my mind, I went into a deep dreamless sleep.
Ring Ring,0
my phone rang loudly, "Ow shit" I say groggily rubbing my eyes profusely to get the sleep out, I read the time and it was 20 minutes passed nine. I got up went into the adjacent bathroom and saw that my toiletries were laid out on the counter.
I made a mental note to thank my dad, I quickly brushed my teeth and took a 5 minute shower, looking in the mirror I reminded myself to wash my hair tonight and fix this crazy hair I called mine.
Another problem of mine, being a black girl with 4b and 4c hair was not the move...
All dressed and ready, I made my way to the kitchen to grab a granola bar.
"Gm sweetie hope you slept well" my father said, he then peered down on the food choice I made with a frown plastered on his face, " is that all you are having this morning".
" Yes" I say rather cozily, ever since I pulled that anorexic stunt on my dad because I wanted to join cheer back in 8th grade and they told me I was fat, his been keep tabs on my food intake. I stopped having those negative thoughts about a year ago, so I don't know why he still pressed.
We finally got in the car looking out the window, New York was very much different from California, everything seemed clustered together , even looking at the buildings made me feel suffocated, allowing my mind to wander off to California.
It was bigger and brighter,before that incident occurred taking away the most precious thing that I possessed in life my late mother.
I felt a tear roll down my face, reminding me that my mind had wandered enough to the forbidden section where memories of what happened to my mom and I that fateful night.
I felt the car slowing down, signalling that we had reached our destination.
I turned around and faced a huge school that looked prestigious and normal at the same time, looking around I noticed people coming out of their cars walking to the entrance of the huge school.
Ooh fuck orientation today, how could I have possibly forgot. Brace yourself for the worst laurel. I thought to my self bracing for my anxiety to fuck up my mood, I'm not depressed or anything on the contrary I think highly of myself, sometimes my anxiety just likes to get in my way.
My dad and I filled in the huge halls with the other students,I guess looking at the walls I saw all the alumnus, awards and portraits of passed students lined neatly in column's.
After almost 3 hours of listening to nonsense and touring the huge school, it was time to leave and words couldn't describe how relived i felt, my feet ached and I couldn't wait to go home and sleep.
Upstairs in my room, I didn't even bother to wash my hair I just put the wild mane into a bun and put my silk scarf on and jumped on the bed. Scrolling through my music choice, I put on my playlist which was listed old hip hop songs. You could never go wrong with old hip hop songs, I thought happily. Sleep taking over after hearing the first song on my playlist
"Tomorrow would be a better day" I chant as I fall into a deep abyss.