The 49th day of mine and Jessica's restored friendship was the day I found out something.
I had to return to school.
I haven't been to school since it happened.
My aunt has been homeschooling me.
But now I must return to school.
Public school.
Jessica goes to the school.
So does Joseph.
But they have other friends.
And I don't.
I won't.
Because I do not speak.
Because of it.
I hope that the teachers don't try to get me to answer a question.
Because I won't.
And they will think I'm being rude.
But I'm not.
I just don't speak.
Because of it.
I overheard my aunt on the phone telling whoever was on the other end that I was traumatized.
I guess she's right.
I am traumatized.
Because of it.
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49
Short Story"The number 49 never used to have any significance in my life. It was always just the number after 48 and before 50. But that was before it happened."
