"If you will please write the words in your journal and complete the string of words. Sticks and stones may break your bones but..." and with almost everyone in Miss. Jamison's 2nd period English class started to write down these words, all for except me.
I couldn't write as truthfully as I wanted to, because we all know the ending to the saying. 'Sticks and stones may break your bones but words can never hurt you.' I've heard it from everyone.
They don't understand that words do hurt... or at least they do for me. Words have always hurt me before. And that will never change. Or so I thought.
"Macklynn, why haven't you finished the sen-" she stopped herself because she already knew and she nodded at me and went to look over someone else's shoulder.
I looked at my blank paper and instead of doing the assignment I wrote and wrote until I needed more paper. What did I write? Well I wrote about me. And my story. But believe me when I tell you this, this was just the beginning of my story.