"Words were created to help us understand each other in such a way as to become one with the speakers mind. To express ourselves to the fullest comprehension ones brain could ever receive."
This was the 'motto' if you will of the school I was going to be attending next year. My parents felt that sending me away to this....how did they put it.., 'extremely special' school would help me to 'come out' of this 'shell' I call my life. Although it may be true that I am not much of talker I do enjoy literature in its written form. I constantly carry around a notebook and pencil where ever I go. I write down whatever comes to mind and if I am alone I try to write down my responses to others instead of talking. I wouldn't go far as to say I am a mute but I do hold a dark secret about the destruction of my dearest friend, Sadie. This secret I hold dear to my heart and I silently agreed to him and myself that I will never speak of the deeds done that day. That was seven years ago and no one has ever heard the sweetness of my voice or the story of my dearest Sadie and I do intend to keep it that way. Tomorrow I leave for Maeve's Privery School of Literature.
Until my next entry journal I beseech you, keep my thoughts well guarded.
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