"You're gonna have to talk sometime," my best friend, Steffi, said to me for the billionth time at lunch. Like I hadn't heard that before. It was probably the thing I'd heard most since my father died.
"What if you forget how to talk?" my other friend, Karin, said. "That would be awful!"
I shrugged. I really didn't care if I forgot to talk. I still hadn't decided if I would talk again. Maybe I'd just stay mute forever. I should just cut out my tongue and be done with it.
Just then, the bell rang and I headed to class. The teachers had given up asking me questions by now so I didn't really pay any attention. After class, my teacher, Ms. Evans, asked me to come to her desk.
"Are you taking any counseling or anything?" she asked.
I shook my head.
"Well, maybe you should. Would you like me to talk to the school counselor for you?" she suggested.
I shook my head again.
Ms. Evans sighed. I'd always liked her but now she was getting on my nerves. "You know, you're going to have to talk sometime," she said.
I smiled my first real smile since my father died and walked out of the room.