After I spoke those three words, everything changed. Mom called lots of family members, Dad sent out letters. On top of that, I swear the whole community had heard about the fact that I could talk.
Now the kids at school were talking to me, trying to get me to pull my precious words out of my mouth. Bella did no such thing, but was very proud.
I spent a lot of time in my room now, trying to hide from the world. I painted my feelings of confusion, trying to think of what to do. Everything was different. I didn't want to talk, not anymore. It scared me. But it seemed like I would disappoint everybody if I didn't just start talking my head off. The thing was, I couldn't.
Being mute was all I'd ever known, and on top of that, those amazing words still felt unworthy to my tongue, like speaking for a whole foreign country.
I didn't...I don't know...deserve it. I had to learn more about bringing out my words before I was ready to start talking. That was the first time I'd heard my voice. My voice rings out quite beautifully, and although there was much color and smell to the words, I'd still felt bad plucking them out of the air like that.
Mom, I think, sort of understood how I felt. She rubbed my shoulder occasionally, and didn't try to get the words out. Dad did a similar thing.
So here I here I sit in my room, dreading what school will be like tomorrow.
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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...
