Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

     "Maya, speak. Speak, my dear," my mother told me. I supposed the school called her, as I had an attack. Only asthma.
     "Mother, Mother. I shall not," I said. The words flowed as my thoughts were left all alone. 
     "Do not. You are. You will, Special. You speak," she answered dreadfully. I know I was speaking, but life was not good enough to speak.
     "Special?" I asked feeling dreary. At this point, I knew Jayden was watching somewhere. He sat to my left, just two rows behind. I knew he could hear me, possibly see me, too.
     "She could die, It'd be better, aye," I heard very faint voices travel to my ears.
     "Jayden, nothing you could say would hurt my feeling inside. Call me Special, see what I do," I said under my breath. I tried to be secretive. Mom heard me.
     "Who?" she whispered so only I could hear.
     "Him. I believe he speaks of me," I answered quite loudly. I did not know my capabilities of voice.
     "Me, Special? Yo, Special's mommy. I am the child," he answered quickly. "Am I who you speak of, kiddo?" He sneered.
      "Yes."