Your point of view
I sat on the passenger seat of the car and my dad was driving.
"Stop looking so upset." My dad demanded. He was kinda abusive. So I was a mute. I couldn't talk back when he called me names like 'skank' and 'bitch' and other names I don't want to mention.
"When we get there, unpack my things, I will be going to the store."
Oh great, more alcohol. He always goes nuts when he drinks. We alive at the house and I grab out his suit case and took it in the house. He then took off down the street without another word. I sighed and sat down on the front step and plugged in my headphones and listened to 'all we know' by the chainsmokers.
I closed my eyes and mouthed the words.
I then felt eyes watching me. I look up and see three boys around my age. I took out my headphones and gave a very confused look.
"Hi there." The ginger haired boy said. I waved in response.
"Uhh, I believe my friend said hi." The boy with no eyes said. I nodded and waved once more.
"Oh, can't you talk?" The ginger asked. I shook my head.
"Oh well I'm Matt, this is tom. He can be a jerk. And that's edd, he pointed to the boy who hadn't spoken yet.
"Hi." He said, pulling his green hoodie over his head. I waved once again.
"What's your name?" He asked. I grabbed a stick and drew my name in the dirt.
"Y/n? Huh, that's a nice name." I blushed and wrote 'thank you' in the dirt.
"No problem." He smiled, slightly blushing.
"Y/n? Who are these people?" I looked around my dad and saw him with a fake smile and a pack of beer.
I signed 'friends' and he nodded, he shook his head.
"Sadly they need to leave, you can see them another time." He said.
"Oh. Okay then. Cya y/n." Matt called pulling his friends away.
"You're in big trouble missy." He spoke deeply.