~ Whisper: A short story ~ Words. Words are pretty valuable and powerful, if you ask me. Words can compliment people. Words can hurt people. Words can even do both at the same time. But whispers are a whole different thing. Usually, you can't hear whispers. But if you whisper something nice, it will make people happy even more. If you whisper something mean, it will hurt people even more. Whispers are even more valuable and powerful. What if you couldn't even speak? But what if you couldn't even shout? What if you couldn't even SCREAM?? What if all you could do was...whisper? ~ While walking in the school hallway, I looked at a girl with baggy jeans and a cute pink top. She was a little tan and her hair was a perfect brunette. "Wow, I love your outfit!" I whispered as lod as I could. She turned to me. "Thanks, but...why are you whispering?" Uh oh. Here comes the akward part. "You see, I can't speak louder than a whisper. The doctor said it's a problem with my vocal cords, but they're not really sure." She stared at me, looked at me up and down, then said: "Okay. See you." and walked away. I sighed. This always happened. Everyone just...JUDGES me. And I hate that word. Judge. And yet, I use it all the time in my diary, which is the only place where I can USE ALL CAPS LIKE THIS to suggest that I'm shouting. And yet, no one sees it. I grab my books from my locker and walked to my classroom, hoping that the day would become better soon. ~
