I didn't sleep at all that night. School was boring. I didn't learn about any words, which was disappointing. But I couldn't get my thought out: If you have words to say, then say them. That's what they're meant for. I had words to say.
I certainly wasn't saying them. It felt wrong. But last night, that thought I had, was very true. Was I wasting my words by not using them at all?
Then, as a result of my weariness, I expect, in Mr. Bulb's class, I heard something.
"Megan?" I thought I'd heard him say. "Do you have something to say? Say it."
When I gaped at him, though, he gave me an odd look, as though I were being weird. I don't think he ever said that at all.
This was becoming too much to bear. My own words and Mr. Bulb's words kept ringing through my head, so that it seemed as though I were in a room with never-ending words, that kept going and going...
If you have words to say, then say them. That's what they're meant for. Say it. If you have words to say, then say them. That's what they're meant for. Say it.
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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...
