Silent Escape Chapter 1 Unspoken Words
Annabelle is a girl who was adopted by a famous business woman who is never home. Annabelle is a super smart girl who didn't talk much unless she is mad. One day she meets this mysterious boy name Johan and in this story Annabelle find her true self, and adventure.
Rain fell a fine, whispering rain, and maybe if you listen carefully it could tell you the secret of the world. Annabelle closed her eyes and could still hear it. She tossed and turned, but still couldn't make herself doze off the right way. Something was keeping her awake. But what? She usually sept well when it rained, but tonight was different she felt sad almost like something was missing. It wasn't the first time she have felt this way she was feeling it often now like a dark hall she kept running down it had no exit, not ever a puny of light showed. Just darken. A unsafe darken, but welcoming. The sun raised, and Annabelle haven't sept at all.
She yawned getting up from her bed. Her room was big, but only a king seize bed, a drawer, and a desk was in it. She had no need for anything that's how she always was. The room was empty like her. Only a few thing were there. She pulled the drapes back ,and looked at the rain fall tapping on the windowpane like little fingers. Suddenly someone knocked on the door. "Miss, be hasty you do not want to be late for school," yelled christen through the door. Annabella called the maid number three.(she wasn't good at remember people names.) "Okay Miss?" christen asked. She waited there for a respond, but when she heard nothing the maid walked away. Annabelle could hear maid number three's footsteps get softer and softer still she was gone, then Annabelle cruised to the drawer pulling out her school uniform.
Trudging down the long stairs still tired from her sleepless night. Her backpack in hand Annabelle headed for the kitchen. Her sliver long hair wore up in a bun straps fell out of it. Annabelle took a piece of toast and sit down. "Good morning," said a familiar voice. Annabelle was quiet. "I said good morning you brat," Cassy stated sitting across from her. Still Annabelle was mute. Annabelle was a girl who barely talked, and when she did it was from annoyance or rage, but most people think that her lack of communicative was because she was being rude ,and was avoiding every word you say. Cassy's eyes narrowed at her when Annabelle still did not talk. "You are so hard to be nice to!" Cassy explained her voice was louder then she want it to be. "Mom told me to be nice, but that's hard when you don't ever spoke to me.
Well how would you feel if you lived in a orphanage, and you were a foster child for fifteen years, and every foster parent would call you unneeded, useless, inconsiderate, Annabelle thought, but of course didn't say. When it came to Cassy the only way to get her mad was to not spoke. Annabelle took a bite of her toast Cassy ate cereal for breakfast today. It was silent between them as Cassy stared with bitter eyes at her 'sister.'
Annabelle meandered down the hallway of brand school a boarding school for the rich, famous, and the smart. The bell have ringed three times already class must be starting now her next teacher hated her so she wondered through the halls without looking where she was going she bounded right into someone.
She yawned getting up from her bed. Her room was big, but only a king seize bed, a drawer, and a desk was in it. She had no need for anything that's how she always was. The room was empty like her. Only a few thing were there. She pulled the drapes back ,and looked at the rain fall tapping on the windowpane like little fingers. Suddenly someone knocked on the door. "Miss, be hasty you do not want to be late for school," yelled christen through the door. Annabella called the maid number three.(she wasn't good at remember people names.) "Okay Miss?" christen asked. She waited there for a respond, but when she heard nothing the maid walked away. Annabelle could hear maid number three's footsteps get softer and softer still she was gone, then Annabelle cruised to the drawer pulling out her school uniform.
Trudging down the long stairs still tired from her sleepless night. Her backpack in hand Annabelle headed for the kitchen. Her sliver long hair wore up in a bun straps fell out of it. Annabelle took a piece of toast and sit down. "Good morning," said a familiar voice. Annabelle was quiet. "I said good morning you brat," Cassy stated sitting across from her. Still Annabelle was mute. Annabelle was a girl who barely talked, and when she did it was from annoyance or rage, but most people think that her lack of communicative was because she was being rude ,and was avoiding every word you say. Cassy's eyes narrowed at her when Annabelle still did not talk. "You are so hard to be nice to!" Cassy explained her voice was louder then she want it to be. "Mom told me to be nice, but that's hard when you don't ever spoke to me.
Well how would you feel if you lived in a orphanage, and you were a foster child for fifteen years, and every foster parent would call you unneeded, useless, inconsiderate, Annabelle thought, but of course didn't say. When it came to Cassy the only way to get her mad was to not spoke. Annabelle took a bite of her toast Cassy ate cereal for breakfast today. It was silent between them as Cassy stared with bitter eyes at her 'sister.'
Annabelle meandered down the hallway of brand school a boarding school for the rich, famous, and the smart. The bell have ringed three times already class must be starting now her next teacher hated her so she wondered through the halls without looking where she was going she bounded right into someone.
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