“My high school speech teacher, critical of my voice, never taught me how to speech just told me what was wrong. I believed him,” said the weak monotonous voice of myself.
“How can that be”, said the strong willed teen, “teach me then, so I can deliver a message of power like there is no other.”
“I sat in that class yearning to speak the sound of my own voice,” said the weak voice.
“Forget it,” said the strong lost voice, “your chance is now.”
NaPoWriMo prompt day 7