this is a cheesy story

The ponytailed girl stared over to the horizon, eating a small cracker. Whenever a piece fell into her hand, she closed her eyes in anger, crumpled the rest of the cracker,and thew it into the street, birds nibbling on them. This was a routine, doing it again and again when even a nibble fell into her. I know this is a bit obvious, but she never finished eating a cracker.
There were headphones on her ears, loud, screaming music pouring out of them. She had worn them since she was eight (She's thirteen now.), in order to avoid the horrible noises of the world. She lived in a very troubled town, most families missing at least one member. Schools were starting to become closed, and the military would stand throughout every street. So of course, there wasn't anything good to hear. Her older brother disagreed, thinking that though the sounds of pain and tears were heard a lot in this ruined town, sometimes you could hear the birds song.
She thought her brother was stupid.
Flipping her long, red hair, she hurried home. She was tired of never finishing crackers.

Her brother was in the kitchen, cooking a steak. People would find her brother weird, he loved cooking more than anything in the world, and wanted to be a stay at home dad when he was married. She didn't think he was weird though, just stupid.
"Welcome home, Wendy!" He said in a terribly loud voice, hoping she could hear beneath her thick headphones.
"Hey Neil. What'cha cooking today?"
"Steak, I know you liked it." His voice got a bit annoying at times, but Wendy did like talking to her brother, even if he was stupid.
"Great!" and hurried over to her room.

Both of their parents weren't there anymore, the dad dead, the mum left and remarried someone else. Wendy was okay with this, though. Both her parents were kind of dumb, and not as good at cooking as Neil. She whispered the lyrics of the song that was on, she had heard it so many times, she knew the lyrics by heart. Her room was pretty empty, with just a bed and a drawer with her clothing. She didn't care, though, they needed to save money. Her brother was sixteen and unemployed, both of them not going to school, just attempting to survive.
"Wendy! Come down here! Dinners ready!" He shot. She switched the music to something calmer.
"Coming!"

Her brother was brown haired and bespectaled, always telling her how sorry he was about his glasses, just wasting more money.
She took a bite out of the steak, not bothering to cut it, just sticking the fork in and biting it.
"Wendy... I have some news for you." He said, once again rather loudly, though you could tell he wanted to be quiet.
"Speak up."
"I- I'm- Uh.." Then a few mumbles.
"What? Didn't hear you."
"I'm- Joining.. Uh.. The military.."
Wendy almost choked, the soft music playing in her ears, she quickly drunk a glass of water.
"W-WHAT? NEIL YOU'RE AN IDIOT!"
"We need the money Wendy.. We're running out of what father left us.."
"YOU DO REALIZE I'M GOING TO BE LEFT ALONE?!"
"The money will be sent to you weekly, I'm sure you can manage, you're a smart girl, you'll make it through."
Wendy bursted loud, ear hurting music, ignoring her brother.
"I'm going tomorrow, this has been planned for a while.."
Wendy just grunted, her brother always knew how to make her listen.
"Well, I'll be going to my room now, you seem to want to be alone." Then stood up, and proceeded to walk down the long pair or stairs, going towards the beige, old, room. It used to belong to their parents, but Neil had it now.

Neil left the next day.

By the time Wendy woke up, he was already gone. She stared at the empty house.
"You're so stupid.. Neil.." "You're gonna die Neil.. You're not strong at all.."
Time went by, the money came once in a while, she just got groceries, clothing, and crackers. Neil was still alive, her headphones got louder and louder every day, and she felt heavier every day, though she was eating less and less. Neil sent her letters every month, but she never answered.

Then the news arrived.
5 months later, a blond women arrived at the house, telling her that her brother was dead. She didn't hear a word, though.
The women kept telling her over and over, and by the end had written it down. This, she saw.
She cried. The women gave her the funeral timing, and to please take off the headphones when there.
"Neil.. Why're you so stupid... Neil..."

The funeral was very quiet. No one spoke a word, only stared at the grave.
A tall, brown haired women arrived. She had a man next to her, Wendy recognized her instantly. The women put her hand around Wendy.
"Go away!" Wendy shrieked. "I hate you, and Neil does too. You don't deserve to be here."
She pushed her mums hand away, and ran out of the funeral. It was too sad, worse than her dads.

A young, blonde haired boy appeared.
"Also, have this." He said. Then went back to the funeral. Wendy guessed he worked in the army.
It was a scribbly piece of paper, along with a recorder.
The paper said:
"Take your headphones off, then listen." She never took them off, but.. This was Neil's handwriting. She trusted Neil. She took them off slowly, the freedom of her ears felt so.. Strange.
She pressed the play button.
A song began. It sounded just like chirps, though it was gorgeous. Some louder, some quieter, it made a perfect melody. Wendy felt tears dripping, this was the birds song, the one Neil always said you could hear if you ignored all the other terrible sounds.
"I love you, Wendy." the voice was mellow, calm, and sounded like it was dying, like the voice would shut off any moment now.
"Neil.." She whispered, and taking a cracker that was in her hand,
she ate it all.