Secret Silence

Secret Silence

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication dim., févr. 9, 2014
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The girl was very odd. She was not like others her age. She did not smile, did not laugh, did not cry and wouldn’t speak more than two words. The girl did not partake in dances nor did she attend festivals. Boys lavish her with gifts but, to the village girls’ horror, she pays them no attention. An emotionless child that people couldn’t seem to get close to. But the village accepted the child; with the influence from the village chief and his wife that the child was normal and most likely would never recover from whatever happened in the forest. However, Jaython, the mute, accepted her differences without any influence or words of encouragement. She, like him, didn’t fit in with the rest of the villagers. However, it took a horrendous accident for Jaython to realize that the girl was, indeed, different, in a shockingly ill way.
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She's hopeless and defenseless. She was always the strong one making sure everybody was okay and then she cracked. Emory was always the talkative type, the one who laughed at the simplest things, and the one who was happy. After that day, her life turned upside down. She didn't talk anymore, people considered her mute. She transformed into a girl who only communicated by writing on a white board. Her life would never be the same again so what was the point. She thought all of this until she met, well saw, a boy in the park who didn't look at her with sadness or pity because he just didn't know yet. This is the story of how Emory has to deal with being a girl with a whiteboard.

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