The girl never spoke. Not at all. No one knew what her voice sounded like. No one. She didn't even cough.
It drove the boy crazy.
Every day for the whole school year, he would be right there, poking, prodding, trying to get her to say at least one word. "Just say hi," he would say. "Can you just say hi?"
But the girl would smile, and close her eyes, and shake her head. No.
No teacher called on her. She was fine with that. The boy wasn't. "Call on her," he would say to them after class. "She needs to speak." The answer was always no.
People questioned her. Asked her. "Why won't you talk?" "We wanna hear your voice." "Say something!"
But the girl would smile, and close her eyes, and shake her head. No.
"Say something to us."
The smile, the close of the eyes, the shake of the head. No.
"Speak, girl! We wanna hear you speak!"
The smile, the close of the eyes, the shake of the head. No.
"Why won't you say anything?"
A shrug.
"Can you say something for us?"
A shake of the head.
No.
It was the last day of school. Buses were pulling in. Students were leaving for the summer, shouting and smiling. Hallelujah!
The boy felt a tug on his arm. He turned, and found the girl there. She smiled, tilted her head, and gave him a small wave.
"Bye," she said.
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Short Stories/Story Ideas
Historia CortaA few short stories that I came up with on a whim. If one gives you an idea for your own story, ask me first before using it. WARNING: Many might be dark and depressing.
