Standing in front of the crowd, I almost puked.
Yes, I'm standing in front of the crowd.
In the cursed assembly.
But no, I am not going to speak.
No way.
I do not speak.
To anyone but Joseph and Jessica.
But I do have a plan.
I do indeed.
My plan involves Jessica and Joseph.
They are going to speak.
Because I do not.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
After waiting 49 agonizing minutes, my turn was here.
I handed Jessica and Joseph my speech.
And the read all of the speech.
They alternated lines.
The crowd of students looked confused.
Because the principal said that I, Molly Benson, was supposed to speak.
But I do not speak.
The principal gave me dirty looks.
But I did not care.
Because he needs to respect that I do not speak.
Because of it.
YOU ARE READING
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."
