A/N- This is my first try at Fanfiction, thanks to Jaclyn(SftBllRdng), and I'm trying to make this better as I go along. I hope you'll enjoy it!

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"Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain,
Still remains
Within the sound of silence."

"Honestly, Charlotte, I don't understand how anybody could ever listen to this stuff!"

In the upstairs bedroom sat two girls at the age of eleven. The music coming from the stereo was one of the girl's favorite songs. Her name was Charlotte, and as her friend, Deanna, went on with her complaints, she tuned the insults out and let the music surround her thoughts. Her birthday was just yesterday, and her new CD was all she wanted to listen to.

"Hello, are you awake, Charlie?" Deanna nagged.

As if on que, Charlotte snapped out of her daydream. With a fast glare, she growled, "I thought you said you'd stop calling me that!"

Deanna had a great grin upon her face. Charlotte could see one of her cavities, and could probably even count all of the teeth in her best friend's mouth if she wanted to; that was how large it was.

"I thought it would catch your attention, and boy, was I right!" Deanna exclaimed.

"Gee, thanks," Charlotte spoke with a hint of sarcasm, "But what's wrong with this music? I love this song!" she added.

"Eh, it's ancient. Don't you want to listen to Linkin Park or Sum 41, or something? Why do you like this stuff so much?"

"I don't know... but it's kind of like what my uncle says about wine, I guess."

"And what the heck does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, he says it like this: the older the wine, the better. You know, because people like to age wine and stuff. I guess that's why I like old music," Charlotte explained, "It's not like the kind of stuff we hear today, Deanna."

Deanna let out a snort and gave a chuckle. "Well, whatever you say," she giggled.

The song ended, and there was silence between the two for a minute. All of a sudden, the girls heard a tapping sound.

"Err... Charlotte, you heard that, right?" Deanna asked.

"Yeah. What was it?" Charlotte responded.

The tapping sound came again. Both girls turned their heads in several directions, wondering where the sound kept coming from. Finally, it had been spotted.

"Oh my goodness! Deanna, look! An owl!"

To their surprise, a grey-spotted owl was hovering by the windowsill of Charlotte's bedroom, and was repeatedly tapping its beak against the glass. Clutched in it's mouth was a yellowish envelope. It looked like there was something written on it in emerald-green ink.

"Why on earth is there a bird at my window?" Charlotte pondered. All she could do was stare at it. This, however, only made the owl rap at the glass harder and more urgently.

"Jeez, Charlie, open the stupid window before that owl breaks it!" Deanna groaned.

Charlotte shot Deanna a look of annoyance, and she shut up almost at once. Charlotte got on her feet, and strode over to the window. The owl backed away from the glass as she pushed the shutters open. A flash of grey feathers rushed past her ear, and left the same way.

When Charlotte noticed the sudden disappearance, she led herself over to her bed, where she saw the envelope that was once in the owl's beak. As she read the front of it, her mouth opened wide, and her eyes would not stray from the letter.

"D-Deanna..." she stammered, "It's g-got my name a-and address on it..."

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A/N: How'd I do? So far, the only people who have read it... is only my brother. Thanks for reading; review if you feel like it!