I took a deep, deep breath. I had three beautiful words that I would speak as my first words. But not to Mrs. Whosit. As the kids left to go home and I stayed behind, I was almost glad for detention. It would give me time to prepare.
But then Mrs. Whosit said, "Megan, I think I misunderstood you. Bella came and told me what happened. I'm very sorry. You are excused."
I just about fainted. Now I only had a couple minutes to prepare.
When I got home, I waited until Dad got home from work a couple minutes later. Then, before they had a chance to do anything, I grabbed Mom and Dad's arms and sat them on the couch.
I took a deep breath, preparing the three words in my mind. Then I touched each of their arms.
"I love you," I said.
Mom blinked, as did Dad. Then, as tears rolled down my cheeks, Mom began to sob.
"Oh, Megan!" She cried.
Dad had tears too.
They both grabbed me and pulled me into their warm hugs. Sobbing and crying, we all shared equal moments of happiness and surprise. The words I thought of to describe that moment were happiness, warmth, and horrifying.
I'd spoken my first words, yes, and it had been wonderful. But I was terrified now. No way could I do that again. That was the most I could do.
Yes, I got it done and over with. But now I was more scared than ever to speak.
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Megan Unspoken
Fiction généraleMegan 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...
