For the next few days, I was miserable. I had another speech therapy appointment. Macy wasn't all that bad, and she tried to get me to start using actual sounds, but it was no use.
She might as well have been trying to get cardboard to talk. After that, Mom took me home and I went and sulked in my room. Words boiled inside of me, crashing and rolling and over- flowing.
I was beginning to get very irritable. Enough is enough. I spent more and more time shut up in my room.
Finally, one afternoon, Mom came in.
"Megan," she whispered. "There's something I need to tell you."
I glared.
"Please," she said. "Listen. You...we...you're going to have a little sister or brother soon."
I blinked.
"You having another baby?" I wrote.
Mom nodded.
"Yes. We are, Megan flower. We are."
I got up and slammed the door in her face.
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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...
