"I'm so sorry," Bella apologized for the fifth time in a row.
I nodded.
"It's okay," I wrote down.
"You...you didn't really mean to did you?" Bella asked.
I wrote what had happened.
"Oh! How awful!" She cried. She seemed thoughtful. "You know, Megan, if you had talked, you could have told Mrs. Whosit what really happened."
I shook my head.
"I can't," I put down.
"You can, actually," Bella stated. "If you tried. How about you plan on doing it at detention? You could speak your first words defending yourself!"
I thought for a moment. All these words that sway around me, and I could put them in a sentence and speak it out loud. That was tempting. But I was scared. What if I just so happen use then in such an awful way as to not have colors and smells?
"Please Megan," whispered Bella. "For me."
Those words were a lovely pink and smelled like fresh lilac. Of course I would. What was stopping me? One sentence couldn't hurt right?
I shook my head. I'd never spoken a word in my life, and I would use the amazing things first in front of Mrs. Whosit in detention? I didn't know what to do.
I decided that, despite my bad feelings, I would try. It was time.
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Megan Unspoken
Ficción GeneralMegan 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...
