Chapter 1

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I was thinking about my dream that I had last night. Cold and dark, I was in the middle of nowhere. I was in the corner, crying. My sobbing was the only thing heard, and it echoed. My dark hair was in my face, damp with tears.

Somehow this all seemed so familiar. I had been thinking about it all day. I had something to think about for the first time in my stupid, tragic, teenage life. Yet, my mind always traveled off someplace I didn't know, which I did not understand.

 It was then, when I realized where I was. I was out of my little world and realized there was a hand waving in my face.

“Hello? Kate? Are you in there?”

 

It took me a moment to realize that Mr. Zech was talking to me.

I shook my head to get all my thoughts out of my head and looked up to see a very angry face. I studied his face for a moment, then looked around. The whole science class was staring at me.

 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? How many times have I told you to pay attention this week? I have been screaming your name for five minutes and you still don’t listen! I know you heard me! You were just staring at the door knob for 20 minutes! Do you honestly dislike this class so much? So much that you’re off in ‘la la’ land every time you walk in this class? Does this class make you forget your name? I’m so tired of your shit!”

 

I didn’t move, I just looked at him. I had no expression.

His face was red and I could see the steam coming out of his ears. He reminded me of a tea pot. The image amused me.

'Ding! Ding! Ding!'

 

Mr. Zech slowly walked back to his desk.

Saved by the bell again, I thought.

I stayed in my seat and watched everybody giggle and snicker at me while they walked by.

 New record, I thought. I've only been at my new school for a week before people started making fun of me.

I waited until everyone was gone, then I grabbed my stuff and walked out.

 

***

My dad can’t seem to find a job, which causes us to constantly move. We usually live there for a year or two and then move again.

He’s trying his hardest to get money for the family, so he comes home late every night. Me being the oldest child, of course means that I have to take responsibility and take care of my younger brother and sister.

 

I’m not very good at that. Of course, me being mute doesn’t really help the situation either.

You see, my mother died seven years ago giving birth to my brother. I was eight and my sister was three when that happened. I haven’t talked sense.

 

That doesn’t mean I hate Jake though. He’s my brother. Besides, my sister never leaves his side, and Nevaeh is the most important thing in my life.

She understands how I feel, even though she doesn’t remember Mom that much. She was scarred, but she didn’t take it as bad as I did.

 

I know when she’s thinking about Mom though. She has a certain look in her eyes. That’s when I stop everything I’m doing and sit next to her and wrap my arms around her and hold her until we both end up crying.

Even though we’re five years apart, Nevaeh is my best friend. We suffer together, and every once in a while we laugh together.

Nevaeh is important to me, and if Jake is important to her, he is somewhat important to me.

 

 

 

 

 

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