Mrs. Carlson had a seating arrangement for all of us, and the seating was going to be similar as to how our lockers were assigned.
A boy with chocolate brown hair and gray eyes sat down next to me.
I was going to ask if his name was Benjamin Valentino, but I realized that I couldn't even speak.
I could not speak; I wasn't going to be able to make any friends.
I wasn't going to be able to tell people what I wanted.
I wasn't going to be able to live up to my parents' expectations.
I was never going to have a real voice.
I couldn't simply just retrieve one and start talking like any other normal human being.
I was stuck having to deal with my own bitter silence.
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
NouvellesMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
