Today was my first day of school.
Torture.
That is how I will describe my first day.
I was called on by a teacher 49 times.
Maybe not 49 times.
But it sure did feel like that.
Did they not understand that I do not speak?
Luckily, Joseph or Jessica, on one occasion both, are in all my classes.
They explained to the teachers that I do not speak.
The class I have with both of them is lunch.
Jessica sits with me.
And Joseph too, although I told him he could sit with his friends.
But he does not want to.
He wants to stay with me.
And I am grateful for that.
The mean girls came up to me today.
I did not know that 14 year old could be capable of being so mean.
But they could.
They made fun of me for not speaking.
They said really bad puns to make fun of me.
But Jessica me Joseph stood up for me.
Thank goodness for them.
I'm not sure what I would do without them.
I can't imagine being alone.
Not when the memories of it are still fresh in my brain.
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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."
