"Vanessa?"
My new friend from elementary school waved a hand in front of my face.
Her platinum blonde hair was tied into a high pony tail in contrast to my boring, straight crimson hair.
"What? Sorry, I blanked out," I say sheepishly.
"Did you know that Mr. Gonzales is going to have everyone in class bring both of our parents to school?"
I felt a wave of depression cross over me.
"Stacey.. Did I ever tell you that I don't have a mom?" I murmured almost silently so that no one in the library could hear.
I slumped my shoulders as she rested a hand on my back to comfort me.
"Did your parents divorce?"
I shake my head no and in my eyes formed a glassy wall of unshed tears.
"My mother died when I was five, and I've been having hallucinations of her ever since then."
"I'm sorry."
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Short StoryMama 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...
