The Writer's Society
“Cass, you ready?” I nudge her with my elbow.
She lets out all of her second thoughts in the form of a sigh, “I think so…”
The school secretary hands me the microphone. In one second, the whole school will be hearing my voice. Not my speaking voice, though. It’s the hidden voice deep inside me that only escapes when I write. They will become aware of the voice that oonlyue Papermate pen has ever seen. I twirl the microphone my clenched fist.
The secretary nods her head as if to say “Go ahead.”
Cassie opens her mouth first to recite the words we have rehearsed only once before. “Dear middle school students.”
There is a dramatic pause before I realize it’s my turn.
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