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Speak.
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I walked the school grounds silent as a mouse. Only 8 years old, it brought a concern to all adults. No kids cared though.
No friends cared. What friends? I was the girl that used to be happy. Joyful. Excited. Funny. Crazy. Loveable.
A big ball of energy in such a small package. My friends described me like that. My classmates described me like that.
Now they know what depression is like. Only at the age of 8. I was lonely. I had no more friends. I was sad.
I wanted to stop. Everything. I thought reading would help. So, I read so much that my teachers grew even more concerned.
They wanted me to make friends. They had so many questions.
So many. Too many.
They told me to
"Speak,"
I looked up at the guidance counselor. I wanted to say all of that. I wanted to pour everything out to her.
I wanted to say everything. I wanted to speak. So desperately. Then I looked at the wall that had a poster.
For visiting day. For your parents to visit you and see your classes. I looked back at her and opened my mouth.
But nothing came out. I tried but I couldn't. I was mute.
For the second time in my life.
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Authors Note: Sorry it's short but this had to be said and I didn't want it randomly in a chapter.
Question: Cómo te llamas?
Answer: Me llamo Zoe.
Reminder: That's all I learned in Spanish so far lmao
Sneak Peak: "Brynn are you okay?"
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Where The Bad Kids Go
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