"Are you listening, Simon?" Simon's teacher asked. Simon smiled and shook his head. He hardly listened in class. Talking was so much better. He just wanted to be heard.
That evening, Simon felt a little bit sick. His throat really hurt. He had ice cream and hot chocolate to make it feel better. The next morning, when he opened his mouth to say "Good morning, " nothing came out. "Honey, you've lost your voice, " said his mom. "Can I stay home?" He tried to ask, but words didn't come out. Instead, his mother checked him for a fever and pronounced him good to go to school, even if he couldn't talk. How awful!
When his classmates talked to him at school, he just shrugged (耸肩). By the time the bell rang, almost everyone was looking at him as if he had grown a third eye. Simon sat in class, watching others talk to each other in groups. In math class, he could hold up fingers if the answer was less than 10, but that wasn't fun. He decided to try to pay attention. You know what?It wasn't that bad. He could easily finish his homework that night. It gave him extra game time because his work was all done. The next day, even though his voice was coming back, he stayed quiet again. The third day, he could talk fine, but he listened and raised his hand to speak.