My name is Becky Jones. I am a mute. I can hear people no problem. I just refuse to talk. I have been like this since I was three. That’s when my mom, dad and older sister died in a car accident. I have been through 3 foster homes in the past month because of this. I’m fifteen years old. My new school the one I have been going to for not even a week yet. .they all think I’m weird . . . and honestly I don’t care. I remember when I was little; people took me to speech therapists and even bribed me to talk. . I haven’t made even the smallest noise with my voice in almost 12 years. Most people find this surprising, weird, creepy, strange . . . and the list goes on . . . for me it’s normal.
I have black hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and curves that I hide from everyone, im a too cool to care mute tomboy. I like to read, and write. I don’t like people. People don’t like me. Im happy the way I am and nothing will change that.
I ABSOLUTLY HATE THE COLOR PINK!
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The Silent LIfe Of Becky Jones
Teen FictionBecky Jones was three when she and her family got into a bad car acciedent. as if by miricale she is the only one who survives. since teh deaths of her mom, dad, and sister she hasnt spoken a single word. will she ever speak again?
