Words are magical. Words tell stories, untold ones, new ones, old ones. There are always words to help you out. Always. I have always loved words. They are swirling inside my head, beautiful and elegant.
Unlike me.
I am Megan Beauty, which does not suit me one bit. I am anything but beautiful. My teeth are rather large, although they do not stick out. I have mouse-brown hair and piercing green eyes. I hate my eyes. My feet are dainty and small, which doesn't match up to my height, so I have an awkward walk.
Even my fingernails are unusually short and normally dirty. That is what people see every day, all the time. To play up to my appearance, I act very shy. I'm not really shy, but it's what people want to see.
As a result, I often pull myself out of group activities.
Because of this I don't have any friends. Mom and Dad are always worrying about me, although I tell them not to. I know what you are thinking: is that it? I will answer your question: no. That is not at all anything about me.
In a way, I would be a good actress. Because there is something important that I did not tell you. I have never spoken a word in my life. I can, not that anyone knows that, but I don't want to. When I first began to understand words, I was frightened.
These words that surround me every day are far too beautiful, too wonderful to fit my tongue. Now, here I am, twelve years old, and I haven't ever spoken a word to anybody.
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Megan Unspoken
General FictionMegan is unusual. She's not like the other kids--she sees the beauty of words, she understands the meaningful way in which they can be put. There's only one problem--she's never spoken before. Read the story to learn what happens to Megan and how...
