Silenced Heart

Luke Hemmings loves the fame. The sound of the girls screaming his name and the flashing lights. His band members see this, so they make a bet. If he can last without the fame, he'll be paid. Luke goes back to school, and he meets a girl who flips his entire world upside down. When the bets over, he has one of the biggest decisions he'll ever have to make: leave her or hold on for as long as he can.

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2. Chapter 2

-Hope-

I violently pressed the pillow down onto my face trying to block out Hailey's horrible voice.

"Midnight memories! Oh oh oh oh oh. Baby you and me stumbling in the street, singing, singing, singing, singing. Midnight memories! Baby where we go? Never say no..." she sang, while bouncing around curling her hair for school. Freshman are so annoying.

"Could you please shut up?" I pleaded, hoping she's get the memo that I'm not in the mood.

"Ha ha. No." I groaned loudly.

"You're the most annoying niece ever!" I yelled through my pillow that was currently suffocating me.

"And you're the best auntie!" she teased. That's when Anthony ran into the room with his arms waving in the air screaming. Hailey thought it was funny, but I was not amused. He's seven, but he still loves to scream. Again, my family's the definition of irritating.

"Anthony, please leave," I begged my nephew nicely. He whined and exited.

"Get up, lazy ass! You have to go to school!" Hailey chirped, hitting me with a pillow. I almost started to cry. I hate school with every part of me.

"Ugh...fine!" I screamed, getting up our of the bed. My first instinct was to shower, but I had no time. It was 7:06 and I have to be at the bus stop by 7:40. Seeing as I take thirty minutes just to do my hair and get dressed, along with eating breakfast, I had no time to shower my smelly self.

I brushed through my brunette waves, full of tangles and knots. I straightened my hair, like everyday, so it reached its natural length down above my chest. I don't wear makeup. It's pointless.

My uniform was uncomfortable and unflattering. I was forced to wear khaki pants and an emerald green polo, as well as brown docksiders that were very uncomfortable.

My nephew, who is five years older than me, was sitting in front of the TV eating a granola bar.

"Michael, are there any more of those left?" I asked. He shook his head without even taking a glance at me. I grunted and nodded in response. I settled on a banana and orange juice. Hailey was picked up by her friend who drives her everyday, while I was left to walk down the block to the bus stop.

Northeast Philly is very violent, so for me to walk down three blocks gets me terrified. I finally made my way to the bus stop where multiple kids awaiting a ride to Manningfiled High School were sitting on the bench and listening to their music.

My school is so annoying. I hate it more than anything. Ever part of me wishes I could just get out of here. I'm only sixteen, so there's not a good chance of that. I turn seventeen in a few weeks. Thank God!

I walked down the halls that smelled like fish and smoke to my locker that had graffiti written all over it. The sick guys always stared at me, as well as every other girl, expecting to get something from me.

My first class was history. Woohoo. Note the sarcasm?

I sit in the back everyday hoping I won't get called on by the teacher. The popular girls and boys sit in the front of the class. They piss me off. Not like I'm made fun of or anything, but they just bother me. The way they think they're so cool. They're not. String beans who wear skimpy clothes and look like clowns aren't exactly in today in my book. Or maybe they are. Either way, they're all annoying and need muzzles. The only thing bigger than their egos is the bows the cheerleaders wear in their hair.

"Class, tomorrow we will be receiving a new student in our grade, Carson Miller. He will be joining the junior class to finish out the year. I would like if you accepted him in like any of the others in this class." I rolled my eyes as Mr. Larkons gave his announcement, expecting people to listen. Good luck with that.

The lesson went by too slow. So did the rest of the day.

I didn't catch the bus right away, instead I took a walk to the park that isn't too far from my neice's old elementary school. It was a nice place to take a walk in peace and quiet.

I go there to think very often. About my parents and about how much my life has changed in three years. I'm so blessed to have everything I do, but I'm missing something. And I don't know what that something is.

I made my way back home after taking a two hour walk. Hailey's probably terrified of where I am.

I was correct. The moment I walked through the door, I was confronted by the fifteen year old.

"I just went for the walk," I said with a chuckle intertwined with my words. Her expression softened, but a pout still. Remained on her features.

"Whatever." She then went on about One Direction in Philadelphia and about Niall Horan.

I giggled at her childlike behavior. Sure, I like One Direction a lot along with Five Seconds of Summer, but I didn't have my future set out with one of them like Hailey did.

After two hours of her going on and on, I fell asleep on the couch. In the peaceful three hours of my slumber, I dreamed about my mother.

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The people in this book are real and I've already said this, but I fastforwarded their lives by two years. Hailey's really thirteen and in seventh grade, Hope's really fourteen and her birthday has already passed and same with the rest of the characters except for Luke and everyone. Duh!

There's a meaning for the niece and nephew thing that's true, but it won't be revealed until later in the story. I will give hints and the peices will be put together later.

I love you all! Thanks for reading!

Maria<3

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