So, here's an Epilouge I wrote to the book Speak. I had to write it for my English class, but I had a fun time with it. It takes place during the begining of Melinda's sophmore year. Hope you enjoy!
To Tell The World
"Melinda? Melinda?!"
Just from the tone of the call, I can tell who it is. Then again, I should know. It's the kid I've spent all summer with. David Petrakis. I get up from the bench I was sitting on to greet him. My smile intensifies as he comes closer to me. The braces are off.
"So, what'do'ya think?" he smiles at me. My response is a hug. "I just got them off yesterday! You know, I'm starting to wonder, maybe I should become an orthodontist…"
Big surprise. I knew this was coming. After all, what is an orthodontist? You make thousands of dollars a year for taking a look in some kids' mouths and saying, 'My assistant will take care of that for you.'
I scoff at David. "Sure, if you don't mind bad breath every second of the day."
Holding hands, we walk around the outside of Merryweather High and pass some football players with a whopping record of 0-8.
Since the bumble-bee blight last year, we switched our mascot to the Merryweather Swans. Honk!
Nicole walks over with a Prince Tennis Bag slung over her shoulder.
"Melinda, you're coming to practice today, right? We've got a tourney at the end of the week, you know."
"Definitely," I answer quickly. "I just got my racket re-strung. I need to break it in."
"Great! See you then!" she yells back, running in the direction of the courts.
David and I start to make our rounds around the school.
"Did you hear about Andy Evans?" I hear people say to each other, even today. "I heard, when he was in therapy, he had a breakdown and flipped out. And stole a car!"
"Wow." It was the typical response.
"Yeah, and then lost control of the car and crashed it. He was killed."
I only shrug with a straight face. No one mourns the wicked.
"Melinda," Dave tells me. "I've got to run and go see my Chem teacher. She wants me to explain something to her."
"Alright. But I'll see you at lunch?"
"For sure," he responds back, and starts back down the hallway.
I sit down in my homeroom and doodle aimlessly on a pad of paper. I always carry a pad of paper with me.
Some Goth chick sits across from me and stares into space. But there's something different about that black-clad girl. Past that dark mascara… there's something that's in her eyes. There's… drama?
No! It can't be…
"Heather?" I question gently, and when she turns to me I gasp. "Heather? What happened?"
"One I got kicked out of the Marthas…" she trailed off. "Well, there's just not much to be happy about."
I stare right through her. In this case, actions speak louder than words. There's a difference between speaking up and speaking out. A moment passes. Well, I can't hold my tongue forever.
"Actually, yeah, there is."
There is, and I'm going to tell the world about it!
So, that's the ending! I hoped you liked it, and my idea of what should've happened next. Tell me in a review! I love hearing from everyone!
P.S. Thanks for reading!