Disclaimer: Didn't you read the last one?!
SOUNDS/sounds
Thoughts
Telepathy
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"Geez! Not again!" Symphony yelled, throwing her backpack in the hallway, groaning and leaning against the wall. It was only a matter of time before her mother found out about the rumour. It had only been two weeks, and she was surprised to say the least that Ms. Thornton didn't call her mom yet. Maybe she did.
"Symphony, honey, why didn't you tell us?" Her mom said sweetly, crossing her arms. Although her mother was a sweet, and kind woman, the way she crossed her arms initiated a tone of superiority, and arrogance. She leaned against the corner of the hallway, staring worriedly at her daughter. Symphony just stared at her little brother's dirty dirtbike clothes laying on the hardwood floor. She kicked the helmet and it hit the other side with a loud 'bang'.
"Honey?" She repeated, touching her shoulder with one hand. But Symphony jerked away, and ran up the stairs to her room.
SLAM!
Her mother flinched, and sighed shaking her head.
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Symphony flopped angrily on her bed, and started crying in her pillow, leaving black mascara blots on the white pillow covers. Today was so stressful. So stressful, that she couldn't even tell her own family. Her father was too busy, her mother was trying to be family psychologist, and her brother, Concerto, was oblivious to what was happening around him; if it wasn't about dirtbiking, he wasn't interested. She cringed again, and buried her head in her pillow once more.
Now, this would give her mother something else to be worried about. She was against the goth look from the start, and was seriously thinking of getting her pretty pastels and whatnot. Symphony shuddered.
Pink and greens? UGH!
She flipped over onto her back, and looked around her room. The walls were a sickly hospital white, and her drapes were an olive green. The window was open a crack, causing the draperies to flutter a bit as ghosts. She stared out the window, thinking ways to skip school tomorrow and not face the same thing that happened today.
"Was it her?"
"...yeah, the goth girl did it..."
"...damn freak, I hope she goes to a mental asylum. Poor Katie..."
Symphony burst into tears, and sat up, hugging her knees crying bitterly. This has been the worst two weeks of her life. She wanted to run away, and never return. She calmed a bit, her breaths quivering with every intake of air. Suddenly, the breeze stopped, as if by will, the drapes slow to stop. She gulps in surprise, and looks over, blinking rapidly.
Damn, the wind up here's crazy...
She curled up on her bed, and took a relaxing nap.
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"Caryn, please pass the potatoes," Said Symphony's father to her mother. She nods, and hands him the bowl he requested. "So, Symp, how was school today?" He said with a big grin. He was painfully oblivious to what was bothering his daughter. He knit his brow, and set the bowl aside.
"I don't want to talk about it," She said, resting her chin in her hand, and making little railroads in her food. Concerto ate like a swine, devouring anything that didn't move.
"You gonna finish that?" He said to Symphony, mouth full. She eyes him warily, and slowly takes a small bite of her plated food.
He sighed, and took a bite of his broccoli. "Symp, whatever it is, you can tell me, alright sweetie?" Her father said once again not aware the severity of the matter.
Her right eye twitched and she tried to block him out. "It's nothing," She muttered.
"Heh, doesn't seem like 'nothing'," Her older brother said, shoveling down a spoonful of potatoes.
"Shut up," She said, her patience resting to a minimum. She was honestly getting irritated at her family's folly.
In response, her brother laughed like a jerk. She glared at him. Maybe I should go talk to Ms. Thornton...
"Honey? Did you hear what your father said?" Her mother said. But this got on Symphony's last nerves.
"Yes, mom, I heard what dad said." She muttered, absently mindedly watching her brother eat. Maybe he ate the spoon, I don't see it anywhere...
"What's with you?!" Her brother hollared. "You're so fucking emo! Are you like cutting yourself stupid GOTH?!"
Her mother stood up forcefully. "Concerto! That will be enough!!" She yelled over the table. He just shrugged.
"Hell, maybe she did kill Katie and Josh!" He yelled back in defense. Symphony shook her head, and ran upstairs, slamming her door. Concerto laughed and finished the last of his potatoes, running off. Caryn went off after chase, yelling for apology.
"...dinner went well." The father nodded to self, the last one at the table.