*Disclaimer*: This is a work of fiction. Some events may be based on real life, but some events are made up. “Earth to Isabella!” Clara said an hour later. I startled. “Who said that?” I wrote. “Me, Clara, your cousin, you remember!? I said that about a thousand times! What has gotten into you!?” I shrugged and wrote, “I was just thinking.” “About what?” “I was thinking about lots of things like going to Japan, YeYe always apologizing, my dad and your dad passing away, and well, I’ve been thinking… if I should talk again. Ever.” I wrote the last part quickly, because it was kind of sad to think about. Clara was silent for a while. I would probably be, if I were her. It was hard to imagine not saying a single word in my life (after my dad died) except a few to my mom. But what if I told somebody something and they died, just like when I told my dad to get paint for me? I sighed and told myself to think about something happier. I turned to Clara and drew a picture...
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