"I'm overboard, and I need your love to pull me up, I can't swim on my own, it's too much, feels like I'm drowning without your love, so throw yourself out to me, my lifesaver."

Greyson "Grey" Hadley is not your average High School Senior. Moving from coastal California all the way across the country to coastal North Carolina to live with aunt due to the event of losing her family in a tragic accident, she is thrown into the hostile, crazy and sort of ridiculous lives of the teenagers in the town. Making friends also proves to be difficult since she's become mute, but she ends up meeting three people who will end up meaning a lot to Grey and also being the only three people to help her get over the death of her family.


2. Two- Dreams and Mutes

"Greyson? Can you and Eli do dishes for me?" My aunt asked me as everyone finished eating dinner and started moving towards the living room to watch the sunset.

Giving her a nod of agreement, I led Eli towards the kitchen and filled up the stainless steel sink with soap and hot water and then we started to wash them with me washing and him drying.

"So how did you end up living with your aunt?" Eli asked as we continued to do the dishes.

That's the million dollar question right there. Too bad I couldn't answer him. By speaking anyway.

With that running through my mind, I got an idea. Holding my index finger up, telling him silently to give me a second, I ran up to my room and after rummaging through the single cardboard box that survived the fire, I grabbed a notebook and a purple gel pen and ran back downstairs and into the kitchen. When Eli saw what was in my hands, he gave me confused look, but shrugging his shoulders he finished drying the plate that was in his hands.

While he did that, I flipped to a clean page in the notebook and started to write.

In answer to your question, it's a very long and depressing story. All you need to know right now is that something happened and now I'm here.

I then slid the notepad over to where he could read it and after reading it he looked at me and said:

"You could'nt just say that?"

Shoot. I forgot that he didn't know I was mute.

Nope. I'm mute.

The look on his face when he saw that was a mixture of shock and pity along with astonishment. He looked absolutely gobsmacked. Like he didn't know how to react to that.

"I'm sorry, but are you telling me that you can't talk." He said emphasizing the word 'talk'. Giving a slight nod, I walked back to the sink and started to wash the rest of the dishes.

"Well, that's not something you see everyday but I can work with that." He said after a few minutes of silence as we finished washing the last of the dishes.


The first thing I noticed when I looked at the huge house was smoke. There was so much smoke, choking me, making it hard for the oxygen to reach my lungs.

With the pain in my throat and lungs, I tried calling out to them. Calling out to my family to see if they were alright.

"Mom? Dad? Jay?"

All that met my call was silence and crackle of the fire burning my home down. I tried calling more and every time I didn't get a reply I grew more and more frantic, running as fast as I could through the smoke trying to find them, but to no avail.

As I tried to find my family, I inhaled more smoke than I could handle, and calling out to them once more, I blacked out.


I woke up with a start, gasping and sitting up, frantically looking around and trying to remember where I was. When I finally came to my senses, I laid back and tried to calm my breathing by putting  hand to my chest. After calming down a bit, I got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I saw myself in a very shaky and fragile state. My skin looked pale and clammy and when I touched my arm, my skin was cold to the touch. My black curly hair was disheveled and scattered around my face, sticking to my face and making me look even paler than I was already. My pale blue-gray eyes looked bloodshot and irritated due to the memory of the night my parents and brother died, illuminating the bags under my eyes from the lack of sleep I've been getting recently.

Glancing at the clock on my night stand, I saw that it was around five in the morning and knowing that I had to get up in an hour for school anyway, I washed my face with cold water, brushed my teeth and went out on the balcony that overlooked the ocean and started to draw.  I let my mind wander as I drew. I thought about my family that I lost in the fire and about all the things I grew up with, and it made me realize just how much I missed them.

When I was a little girl, my mom used to sing to me every night before I went to bed in her sweet and lovely voice that could lull even the most stubborn child to sleep. My dad would always teach me how to play sports. We would throw the football around the backyard in the fall and watch the NFL teams play when they would air on TV. My brother would always play football with me also, always acting as someone I could practice my tackling on since he was five years older than I was. He also protected me in any way he could, making sure I never got hurt.

But I got hurt anyway, and he couldn't do anything about it. He was dead.


Two hours later, I was standing in front of a large brick building that had 'Welcome to North Carolina Coastal Academy' carved into the archway above the wide double doors that led to the high school I would be attending for my senior year. Well, this was going to suck.

Taking a deep breath, I walked through the groups of people standing around the courtyard who immediately silenced when they noticed the presence of an unfamiliar girl. I didn't acknowledge it though. I knew this was going to happen anyway. I was the new girl after all. The new girl who just so happened to be mute.

Making my way towards the academic office that was located right in the middle of the school, I attracted a lot of stares that I promptly ignored. What I did not expect, however, was to be approached by two unfamiliar people.

"Hi!" The shorter of the two girls said in a very enthusiastic tone of voice. I gave a small wave in response and she continued.

"I'm Faith and this is my twin sister Destiny. You're Greyson right?" Faith asked and I nodded, looking at the two girls and taking in their appearances. Faith and Destiny were definitely twins but they looked different in their own ways. Faith was very petite and had pale porcelain skin just like her sister but Faith had red hair and a few blonde streaks whereas Destiny was sporting dark blue hair that got lighter as it got closer to the tips. Destiny also had a small nose piercing while Faith remained un-pierced. Faith also had more of a preppy style while Destiny had more of a punk rock feel to her. They both had huge, round blue eyes, high cheekbones and full curvy lips. They were really pretty.

"Awesome! Is it cool if I call you Grey? Greyson is such a mouthful, plus it sounds cool!" Faith asked and once again I nodded.

"Awesome! I'm assuming you were headed to the academics office to get your schedule?" She asked and after me nodding yet again, she and Destiny walked with me to the office and looked to see if we had any classes together. As it turns out, I had a class with either one of them for all periods except one. This may not be as bad as I thought. But then again, it's only the first day.


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