The girl

Tick tick tick.
Its three am in the morning and the girl sits all alone, corrrecting her own answers of ther quiz she has been attempting. On her little bed; piles of thick books lay half opened in a mess; and her eyes are red.
Tick tick tick.
She is done with her job and gets down from her bed; streching herself. The bed next to her is empty; she still doesn't have a roommate. She walks across the otherwise empty roof to the washroom; washing her face in the sink. The cat on the roof, evidently disturbed; purrs loudly and the girl gets startled. Back in her room, she grabs her phone and logs into her facebook account. Nobody is online, and dejected, she grabs her coffee mug and pulls her little stove outside the door to make herself some coffee.
Its 4am by the time she finishes; and suddenly the skies decide it's time for the downpour. The morning dawns in; overclouded and almost dark. She smells the rain in the air; sipping her coffee sitting on the doorstep.
Its 4.30 and and she decides it's time to get ready for her tuitions. She grabs her shirt lying on the bed; and pulls up her jeans. Her eyes; now covered in kohl blink at the mirror before her; and she tosses her shoulder length hair and grabs her backpack as she walks down the stairs. The girls on the floor below are silent; It's almost midnight for them. She grabs the keys from behind the door; and opens the collapsable gates.
They are heavy, and manages to make way through a small opening she creates and rushes out to the empty roads. She turns back, throwing a glance at the building behind her and walks forward. Its already fifteen minutes to five and she has a long distance to cover. The sky shudders in a loud rumbling noise and a bird flies over her head.
She smiles to herself and walks down the road. Her phone rings.
Mom calling it reads.
She glances at it; presses the silence button and pushes the phone in her backpocket.
Back at home, her mom crosses another date on the calender. She wipes her tears ; guilty of making her sixteen year old daughter going through this. She dials again.
This time the girls recieves the call.
Silence.
The girls breathes over the phone; her mom on the other side on the line now smiling to herself. She disconnects the call.
She wishes she would speak for once to her.
The girl stops. She tries to speak; unable to hear herself. It is a hard life for her.
A mute one.
A drop of rain falls on her as she walks into her coaching class. She wonders what she would've sounded like if she could speak.
It thunders once again, and she brushes the thought aside as she grabs the pen and concentrates on the lecture that has just started.