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    Hidden Voice: A Story of Discovering Strengths
    Hidden Voice: A Story of Discovering Strengths
    Hidden Voice: A Story of Discovering Strengths
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    Hidden Voice: A Story of Discovering Strengths

    By Heather Johnson

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    11-year-old Vidia Achsah has an extraordinary talent. Underneath her rebellious attitude, she has the voice of an angel. When her friends hear her singing in the school hallway, they sign her up for the school talent show behind her back hoping to help her gain self-esteem. Now Vidia must prove self worth to her peers and to herself. All with the constant bullying from the queen bees at school, and the fear of failure gnawing at her, can she learn to change keys and find her true voice?
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPublication Consultants
    Release dateMar 9, 2013
    ISBN9781594333378
    Hidden Voice: A Story of Discovering Strengths
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    Heather Johnson

    Heather Johnson is a recipe developer, food stylist, food photographer, and TV contributor. She is the creator of The Food Hussy, a food and travel blog featuring quick and easy recipes that are great for every day and every occasion, including air fryer recipes and copycat restaurant recipes. She has a passion for cooking, food, and travel. Heather lives in the Cincinnati area with her puppies, Mysty and Weiner.

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      Hidden Voice - Heather Johnson

      Ten

      Chapter One

      Vidia!

      I woke up to realize my older sister was screaming at me.

      Get up! We are going to miss the bus! You don’t want to be late for your first day of middle school!

      Ugh! Dora, you’re such a pain, I said.

      My sister Dora is only one year older than me, but she acts like she’s way older.

      I know, Dora laughed. It’s one of my many talents.

      I finally opened my eyes and saw my sister standing at the foot of my bed in the room that we share. She was wearing a blue and pink peace sign tank top, a jean jacket, blue jean shorts, blue sandals, a pink flower head band, and ladybug earrings. She was carrying a green purse along with her backpack.

      I twisted over in my purple guitar comforter to face my bedside table. My eyes popped out of my head. 6:45 A.M.! I was supposed to wake up fifteen minutes ago! Why didn’t you tell me how late it was? I screamed. I’ve never been a morning person.

      I was trying to, said Dora. You wouldn’t listen to me."

      Ugh! When does the bus come again?

      Seven. Mom’s got cereal downstairs, so you better get up now.

      Fine. I rolled out of bed and stretched in my checkered pajamas.

      Now get dressed! Hurry! said Dora.

      I am, get out! I yelled.

      Okay, okay, I’m going.

      I went to our closet and threw on the outfit I had picked out yesterday, grabbed my backpack, and raced downstairs. When I got downstairs, my Mom, Dad, brothers and sisters were sitting at the breakfast table.

      Took you long enough, my brother Daniel said. He’s fifteen and the oldest of the five of us kids. Then there’s Tyler who’s thirteen, Dora, me and my seven year old sister, Sequoia.

      Shut up. I snapped.

      Vidia, my Mom cautioned. Please don’t do this today; we are trying to start the school year off with a good attitude.

      Whatever.

      Just eat your cereal, my dad said impatiently.

      Here, I got cinnamon toast crunch for you, Sequoia said. I took the cereal without saying anything. Mamma, after school, you’re taking me to ice skating practice, right? my sister asked.

      Yes, Sequoia, I’ve already signed you up for this year, said Mom.

      Hey Mom, did you remember to tell Coach Tremblay that I’m not going to do gymnastics this year? Dora asked. Yes I did Dora, Mom answered. The next few minutes were boring, just everybody checking out their most important list of things to do; Daniel leaving to catch his high school bus, me just sitting there like an idiot.

      Vidia, are you ready yet? asked Dad.

      Almost, I just have to brush my teeth, I sighed.

      Okay, just hurry because our bus comes in like, five minutes. Tyler warned.

      Okay, okay, I will, I said—I started to get annoyed. I’ve just gotta get my back pack, said Dora. So Dora and I ran upstairs to get our stuff. While brushing my teeth, I heard someone yelling my name—again.

      Vidia! C’mon! Our bus is here! called Dora from downstairs.

      Okay, I’m coming! Would everybody just stop yelling at me? I yelled. I ran downstairs and out the door with Tyler and Dora to the school bus that was waiting at the end of our drive.

      Bye! Have a good day at school! my Mom called after us.

      Oh, please, how many times do you have to keep saying that? I wondered angrily. I stepped onto the bus in time to see Dora sitting down next to her friend Katy, the two of them gossiping and laughing about typical twelve-year-old stuff. I rolled my eyes and sat down in a seat two seats behind them. In the seat across from mine I noticed a girl with shoulder length light brown hair. She was dressed in all green and was quietly reading a book titled, 101 Ways You Can Make the World a Better Place. Oh great. I thought. Another star student I’m probably going to have to live up to. Isn’t it bad enough that I’m always compared to Dora? Why does everybody want me to be perfect?

      When I got to school I went to the cafeteria where they were assigning schedules.

      Name? the lady at the table asked me when I was next in line.

      Achsah, I said, Vidia Achsah. A-c-h-s-a-h.

      Oh, here we go looks like you have Mrs. Anderson first.

      Go see her for your locker assignments.

      I turned to go find Mrs. Anderson’s room which would be like finding a needle in a haystack, considering this school is much bigger than my elementary school and I don’t even know who Mrs. Anderson is!

      Hey girl! I heard someone call,

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