I heard the familiar,robotic siri-like voice,and in three months it was the first time I have heard of Annie. She sounded okay,but she told me she still couldn't come back to school. I was angry,but I knew she was angry at herself,too,so I kept my mouth shut.We were both awkward teens,but at least she had a bit of a potential for a social life. I mean,her problem was in her eats,yet mine was in my brain. That was what made me feel so much more useless than her. Perhaps,this diary was rubbish and I was just writing it for nothing...Like all those cheesy quotes say,silence speaks where words can't. Oh god. I bet NONE of those cheesy-quote writers have actually experienced not being able to speak,it would probably drive them crazy. I actually thought about being a writer,but quickly got rid of that thought. Who would buy my pity life story-made into a book? I suddenly remembered that I was talking to Annie,and it is really funny that I am even writing this right now,because,well, I should probably answer the phone.
When I looked at the phone,I realized that she had hung up on me. I tried to call back,but she was busy. I was very happy and relieved that she had gotten better. I was hoping no more complications would arise...
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Foreign To This World
Non-FictionHow does it feel to be a foreigner? Nobody knows better than Lilac. She has an unpredictably active mind,yet no words have came out of her mouth ever since she was born. Will she finally pour out the years of emotions inside of her?
