Why talk when there is nobody to listen?
- Cinder Cullen

I walked swiftly to my room, very much eager to rid of all my school stuff off my shoulder. The long and wide stairs stretchered up in a royal fashion with expensive and decorative tiles stuck on it, much like a modern palace. The railing was a roundish metal which shined appreciatively. A big window with the view of the whole (boring) front yard was placed at the right corner of the stairs, allowing the climber to be a big old exhibition object to all the people who are standing in the front yard, which is by the way very true in my case.

I saw Aunt Rosaile standing near the tree in the front yard, as still as statue, staring dead on through the window at me like I'm a T.v where she can watch teary Soap operas. Her face was blank but her eyes were intense with something even I couldn't decipher. I rolled my eyes and continued on the stairs. Oh... My family's crazy obsession with staring at 'innocent' people such as myself.

My footsteps echoed around the silent stairs as I walked upwards, creating a creepy sound like the ghost footsteps that you will probably hear in a movie before the ghosts decides to make a dramatic entrance and scare the shit out of the poor ... I noted the quietness which had gradually enveloped the whole house in it. Mom stopped scolding dad and no other sounds were made and everything went dreadfully quiet. I climbed the last stair and proceeded to go into my small room which was located at the end of the first floor hallway.

I opened the wooden door and went inside my darkening room which was painted midnight blue with many small images of shining stars all over it. It had a medium sized bed with a fluffy pillow and same blue comforter. I didn't have much stuff in my room expect a yellow table ,a dresser and a small closet. I also have a attached bathroom. The bathroom was built after my family decided to turn the storage room into my new room. I immediately put my backpack on my table.

Okay... So should I go directly to Ethan's room and start the assignment? Or should I wait for him to come and call me? What should I do? Although the first option is what a sane and responsible girl would do, it still required a lot of courage and confidence and not to mention, I never considered myself responsible or... even sane in some ways. What if I he thinks I'm being too eager? No, I don't want that, I don't want to give any guy any satisfaction that way, but what if he never comes to call me? Oh..then I would surely get bad marks in my already failing subjects. Just my great luck. I think I better go to his room myself.

Now that the brave decision is made, all you have to do it make it happen. Right!

I took a deep breadth and unlocked my door and marched straight to his room, making sure I never stop in the way or I would surely regret the decision I made and cower away. Don't be a coward, don't be coward... I stood in front of his room, already regretting it. Open the door. No don't. Do it. No don't. Do it. No d-

"You can come in Cinder. I'm not going to bite you" A silky voice said from within the room and I jumped a foot high,startled.

WHAT THE HELL?

I opened the door and went inside keeping my eyes firmly glued to the red carpet, not wanting to catch his eye. Now don't get me wrong, I don't have a crush or him or anything like that, It's just I'm unnaturally shy to strangers and people I don't know well. It is an annoying after-effect of being judged and forgotten all you dreadful life. You tend to think everyone you meet is being nice to you just to judge and make fun of you, and even if they become your friend, they are just going to leave you like everybody in the end. At the end of the day, all you have is yourself and that has to be enough.

I sat cross-legged on the brown carpeted floor, still refusing to look around the room or anywhere except the floor. Oh... why am I stuck in a such a awkward situation?

"So, Before we start getting to know each other, can you please look up?" Ethan voice said firmly and I felt compelled to obey.

I looked up and I noticed that he was sitting on the floor too in a similar fashion to mine. He looked like he was observing me very closely.

"So tell me about you. Oh... wait, before I want to ask you something, Can you talk?" He question caught me by surprise.

Talk? Of-course I can talk! Who does he think I'm? Helen Keller? Just because I choose not to waste my voice on people who don't care about doesn't mean I'm mute. But I don't have to prove that to him, he is nothing to me and is never going to be. I scowled deeply and looked at him with scorn adoring my face.

I immediately searched for a notebook and a pencil or pen around his room and found one, sitting neatly on his desk. I scribbled some words and showed it to him.

Dude, I can talk as well as anyone, I just chose not to.

He shrugged after reading and asked again "Why not?"

why talk when nobody is there to listen?

" Because... Because that's what binds people to together. If you want to be heard, talk."

I was a bit surprised at hearing such a thoughtful line from a person who acted so cold and distant. I looked at him and saw that he was not looking at me anymore but at the pink sky out of his big window. His eyes went even more distant if that's possible and it looked like he was not talking to me anymore at all.

You are pretty inspirational actually But no matter what you would never understand

I wrote and pushed the notebook in front of his face by extending my hand and craning my body forward to reach him.

His eyes snapped back to mine and was once again filled with his usual coldness that it would impossible to get through it. I searched his eyes for any trace of emotion that he might be hiding behind but found none. They were just pools of black and nothing else. If he really felt and meant anything when he said those words, it was gone now. I sat back down and nodded for him to say something.

"Yes, you are right. So let's start with the basic details about each other, shall we?" He said.

Sure...so what's your full name?

" Ethan Flynn Missouri, what is yours? " He inquired me.

Cinder Sayara Cullen

'Tell me about your hobbies."

I am not really good at doing many things but I do love writing and playing outdoors even though I'm pretty old for things like that. What about you?

"I love do-" Before he could finish what he was coming to say, his door was pushed open roughly interrupting him.

I craned my neck backwards to look at the interrupter and I found the person who I dreaded the most, Renesmee. She was leaning on the frame of the door with a big sweet smile on her face obviously happy about interrupting my project. Great...