It took a while, but I got used to speaking. When the baby was born (I had a little brother) I was able to talk to him and teach him some of my favorite words. By the time school returned, much to my fellow students' surprise, I was already talking normally.
If you have read my story and do not understand the moral, even now, then I guess I will explain it.
Words are magical. Words tell stories, untold ones, new ones, old ones. There are always words to help you out. Always.
That is how I made my mistake.
Because the moral of this story is,
If you have words to say, then say them. That's what they're meant for.
I know what you're thinking. Is that it? Let me answer your question: yes, that is it.
YOU ARE READING
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...
