Silently - Chapter One

Posted on: Apr 15, 2019
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nobody asked for this

but i wanted to make a story anyways.

writing has always been my passion, and i've seen a lot of story skins. so, being the creative individual that i am, i decided to make one :)

btw this is kinda just the backstory of my persona, Sophie.
much appreciated if you don't comment until i say you can :)
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Comments: 15

The beginning is a bit strange compared to the rest of it. It sets me up for a much faster story than the one told. Still, I like the chill, down-to-earth style the rest of it has, writing in it. A problem I have is that the parents go from being nice to saying they shouldn't cry. I understand that you want a feeling of abuse, but idk. maybe she's adopted. i don't know.

by the way, there are not that many events happening. maybe make the chapters a bit longer, because of the way u made it.
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(Btw, any constructive criticism is appreciated!)
I shouldn't be crying. She thought. Good girls don't cry.
like she had to cry on the inside, but it never helped. She just felt even worse, and wanted to cry on the outside some more. She had been standing up on the little ledge over the stairs, staring at her room's door. She turned to the right and sat down. Sophie could hear her parents again. She didn't even try to listen, as she cried as quietly as she could. Her sister emerged from her room behind her, supposedly to get breakfast as well. Sophie walked down the stairs and wiped her tears again.
Where had these come from? Would they ever go away? With a sigh, she walked out of the bathroom. But more thoughts began to grow in her head. Would she get bullied? Who had noticed before? Her head twirled. It twisted. She had no idea what was going on. Suddenly, tears sprouted from her eyes. An already bad school situation would probably worsen by the addition of these horns. Sophie wiped up her tears with her arm and thought about how her parents had said that good girls don't cry. She felt
In the mirror, she could see the horns of a deer begin to grow on the sides of her head. When she touched them, she realized. Those were the things she touched when covering her ears! She tried to take them out, Holding them firmly and moving her hands apart, but it just hurt. It stung her head just where the horns seemed to grow out. She had never noticed these before. When she was brushing her teeth yesterday, when she covered her ears from the loud sound from her alarm yesterday. Nowhere.
downstairs. Her father and mother were chatting. She hid in the stairs. She would want to hear it if it was something important. She couldn't tell.
She heard her mother say, I just wish we knew what exactly was wrong with her.
Her father seemed to agree. Like how she randomly can't speak, or how those strange horns seem to grow.
Exactly. I never knew what those were about. said her mother.
Instead of continuing to listen to their conversation, she ran upstairs and went into the bathroom.
could wear were college tees, club shirts, and the summer uniform. It was basically the regular one with short sleeves. It was the dead of winter. No way was she wearing the summer uniform. She picked up a long-sleeve art club shirt and put it on. She could wear whatever pants she wanted as long as they were appropriate. No really short skirts or shorts, and no really long dresses. Or revealing pants. It basically meant no holes in the crotch area. She just picked up some jeans and went
hate that bookmark. Instead of reading her book, she was thinking about bookmarks. Her mind wandered way too much. Even just looking around the room. She should have probably just went downstairs and gotten breakfast. She put her book back on her nightstand and got up. She went to her closet and grabbed her school uniform. It looked generic. White with blue accents and a red bow. Blue skirt, black leggings, and black shoes. It was another stupid uniform. The only other shirts and clothes she
nightstand. It was part of a long series. She had already read it and knew it was good. She gave it the bookmark she liked the best. Almost no yellow was on it. She still didn't like it as much as she used to. She may have even liked the other bookmark more. There was one bookmark that was left unused, and it had so much yellow and so many other neon colors that she found it unusable. It was much too distracting. No matter how much she would stare at that bookmark, she hated it. She would always