Silence has a load to say; it showed me that the class was concentrating for once. The only audible sound was everybody's pencils, shifting from each side of the lined paper. I finished my test early, so I started fiddling with my fingers. I halted when I heard static come from our prominent speaker, then I gave my attention to it. "Haley Orlando, please come to the office. Thank you," glanced up and waved at Haley. She got her backpack tucked in her chair and walked out of our homeroom waving at me. Her footsteps echoed absently. I continued fiddling with random shit as I could hear the clock go Tick-Tock for every second of my precious time that passed. It bore me of my perceiving, so I put my head down and fell asleep. Until a woman screamed bloody murder. "SOMEONE CALL 911!" I fucking jumped out of my skin, accidentally throwing my neck and straining it. "SH-shit" I noticed that I was going to hyperventilate. My heart was pounding more than ever. Everybody perked their heads towards me. I pushed my chair in and started Down the Hall. I wasn't able to believe it. People hovered over Haley, as her dead body was in profound silence. It looked like she slit her throat open. A moment of hush hit us like a title wave. The mother stood over her daughter's dead body. I got sick to my stomach. Blood squirted out of her gushing injury, and her head fell towards me. Haley's eyes stayed peeled open as her gaze was piercing through my soul. I felt something creeping up through my chest and threw up my lunch, covering the floor. I ran away sobbing, knowing I will never unsee what I saw.
One Month Later, the school was out for an extent, when my mom heard about Haley's suicide, she wanted to move, so we are, I jumped into the passenger's seat, claiming my spot. "PLACE BACK IN MY PILLOW." I screamed at my brother. He pouted. "No good" he slammed the backseat door. "Noah, Abhayda, you better knock it off, please." My brother shut up after that, and so did I. You never want to get on my Mom's unpleasant side. We lived in Los Angeles, California. So, let's just say my mom scared a lot of citizens, and that's hard to do. Our life was fun while it lasted. I have never liked to go out to public places because I hate the way I look. I have brown hair that turns into a platinum blonde olive tan skin that used to be pale. My eyes are an aventurine looking green with some gray near my Iris, plump pink lips and a button nose.
I have always cherished car rides, because that is when I can listen to music and have as much ambition as I want. I love to elude reality; it is a true skill, but I couldn't stop thinking about Haley. But running away from my problems won't fix anything. I just can not bear having my best friend's death weighing down on my shoulders.