My 49th day of school was the day of the assembly.
Normally I would not mind assemblies.
But this assembly was different.
The principal had selected a handful of random students to speak about something important to them.
And I was one of them.
Why we were having this assembly, I have no clue.
Seems pretty pointless to me.
But we are.
And I am expected to speed.
I do not know what I'm going to do.
But I know I will not speak.
I cannot speak.
And nobody understands that.
No one but Jessica and Joseph.
They are the only people I have left.
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."
