The next Sunday, Bella invited me to go to the beach with her family. Mom and Dad both said okay. I think they are hoping that Bella will somehow force out my words. She won't.
At the beach, Bella's parents brought marshmallows to roast over a fire. There were many words to describe the marshmallows. Scrumptious, delicious, wonderful, warm, melted are only a few.
I really liked to get to know Bella's parents. The way they said their words were wonderful; now I know where Bella gets it. I enjoyed them.
With each of her parent's words came the delightful calm sea color, and a very nice, fresh smell of pine trees. Their gift of words was not misused. And they didn't whisper. I loved that!
After the beach trip, I went straight home. After the relaxing afternoon, the chaos of home was almost unbearable.
Mom and Dad kept going back and talking in the bedroom. Every time I saw them, they would side glance at me. I got pretty tired of being treated like this. If you have words to say, then say them. That's what they're meant for.
This made me think of me, what I'd just thought. If you have words to say, then say them. That's what they're meant for. That was it. I went back to my room to paint and think.
More and more keeps coming, and I don't know where to put it all.
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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...
