Speak By Laurie Halse Anderson The new Ending I wrote

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I wrote a new ending of Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson for a project. I would really like if you read it and tell me what you think about it :)

Submitted: July 13, 2012

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Submitted: July 13, 2012



I had to do it.

Even though Rachel did not believe me when I told her that Andy Evans raped me; I had to go to the prom and make sure nothing happened to her.

She’s my best friend.

Okay, I know we haven’t been talking since the whole calling the cops during the party incident; but once she knows that Andy Evans really did rape me during the party she won’t think I’m a sellout… Right?

As these thoughts ran through my mind, I picked out a dress from my closet, combed my hair, and put Chap Stick on my lips. I had no idea how I was going to break into prom, but I just had to for the sake of Rachel. With my parents still out of town I walked out the door and jumped on my bicycle.

It is very hard to ride a bicycle in a dress but I made it work.

When I got to the school, the parking lot was packed and the music was blaring out into the lot. I parked my bike and I noticed that there was a line to get in.

This was it.

I looked around trying to see if there was anyone I could hide behind and sneak in. I saw a huge football player, said a small prayer to whatever God was listening and got in line behind him. I tried not to draw his attention; in fact I tried not to draw anyone’s attention.

It worked! I guess acting invisible for almost the whole year had paid off. When I got in the gym, I noticed one thing, the prom decorations sucked. I almost felt sorry for Heather; she’ll never get in the “Marthas” after this.

Rachel and Andy were dancing in the middle of the floor. I quickly found a corner where I could watch them and not be seen. Rachel looked beautiful in a strapless form fitting dress that let out into ruffles when it got to the middle of her thighs. I could tell that Andy noticed how good she looked too; his hands were all over her.


Rachel screamed. Andy sighed and moved his hands back to Rachel’s hips. He behaved for the rest of the song; not too long after another song began, his hands started to venture down her back again. Rachel warned again, “Andy, seriously stop.” Andy let out an irritated sigh and moved his hands back to Rachel’s hips. Not even three minutes later, his hands started to move again. Rachel pushed him away from her and mouthed…


Andy threw his hands up and said “What‘s your problem?” Rachel glared at him then yelled, “Someone told me you would do this, I should have listened!” and then she stormed off. She was coming my way; I hadn’t noticed how far I had ventured from my hiding spot. I quickly slipped back into the corner.

Rachel flounced over to where the foreign exchange students were standing and grabbed Talan’s arm. “Come on let’s dance,” she said.

Talan nodded with a smile leading her to the dance floor. Rachel never gave Andy a second look. She left Andy standing there with a stumped look on his face.

He laughed and shrugged, then went off to the parking lot, to get drunk.

I smiled. So Rachel finally understands. I started walking towards her; she stopped, turned towards me, and ran to my side with her arms wide open and an apology already on her face. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t believe you,” “It’s okay,” I said. Rachel backed up and grabbed my shoulders “You need to go to the police,” she said. I sadly smiled and asked “You think they’ll believe me after all this time?” Rachel hugged me again and softly whispered “All you can do is tell the truth.” Talon came up behind us and touched Rachel’s shoulder “Hey, who’s your friend?” he asked. “Oh Talon, this is my best friend Melinda,” Rachel exclaimed. Talon gave me a crooked smile and nodded a hello. “You know what, let’s get out of here and have our own party,” Rachel suggested while gesturing towards her other friends to follow her. “Okay, but I need to do something real quick,” I said.

I went to the bathroom; I looked at myself in the mirror, and smiled. I haven’t felt this happy in a while. I feel so free with Rachel being my friend again. I put Chap Stick on my lips and then stuck it back into my little purse.

I looked up and froze. I saw him; in the mirror, the beast.

He smiled at me; I could smell the alcohol on him from where I was standing. “So, you’re the person who told Rachel that lie.” He said.

I gulped and squeezed the counter with my hands.

“It’s not like you didn’t want it, I could read you like a book….. You thought you were lucky, lucky to have a hot senior guy talking to you…. And you were,” he laughed.

I squeezed the counter harder; it took me a while to gain the confidence to say “You raped me.”

Andy laughed harder and came up behind me. I started to panic and tried to move, but he grabbed my wrist, his body blocking mine from going anywhere.

“You should be grateful that I would do such an ugly girl like you,” he said. I could feel his breath on my neck and chills ran down my spine.

“But no, instead of being grateful, you go around with your big mouth and mess things up with Rachel and me.” Andy leaned down, and started kissing my neck.

“I know why you did it,” he said.

“You’re jealous of Rachel because she’s so much prettier and popular than you.” by this time, he had moved up to my jawbone and started kissing it.

He moved his hands to my hips and started to nibble on my ear. “You don’t have to be jealous; Melinda if you wanted me again, all you had to do was tell me.” All of a sudden, Andy started pulling up my dress. I began moving violently trying to buck him off of me. His hands started to go lower touching my bare skin

“No!” I screamed.

I couldn’t breathe!

That’s when someone came in. “Melinda, what’s taking so long?” Rachel said.

She looked up and screamed “Andy! Get off of her,” then ran over to help me.

Rachel started hitting and pulling him away from me; Andy somehow managed to slap her. I used the opportunity to kick him in the groin. He fell to the ground. I started kicking him repeatedly.

I was so mad.

I hated him. All the pain, all the suffering, all the fear went into every kick.

He didn’t deserve to live.

The only thought that ran through my head was ‘kill him, kill him, kill him’

I can’t remember how long it lasted, but the next thing I knew, I felt someone pulling me off of him.

As Talan carried me out the bathroom, I started crying; to this day, I can’t say if they were tears of joy or sorrow.

As he carried me outside, I heard police sirens. I closed my eyes. When I opened them again I was lying on a stretcher. Rachel was telling the police what happened as Andy was being handcuffed and led to a police car. When I looked up again, to my surprise, there was my mom holding my hand. She looked into my eyes and said…



I laid my hand on the bible. “Do you promise to tell the truth and only the truth while you’re in this courtroom?” The judge asked. “I promise,” I answered. Andy’s lawyer quickly started to ask me questions. They were short and he kept on trying to trick me, it did not work. The last question he asked was, “How do we all know that you’re not lying?”

“Because I have nothing to gain from telling a lie,” I answered looking him straight in the eyes. The lawyer’s face faltered. “No more questions,” he said in a shaky voice. I was dismissed. I sat next to my mom and started gathering my stuff. She put her hand on my arm and asked me where I was going.

“To a friend’s house,” I answered.

She looked at me like I was crazy for a second, but then nodded and gave me some money for a taxi.

I heard the judge saying “In the case of the state versus Andy Evans…..”

I didn’t hear the rest. I don’t know why I wanted to leave before the verdict was given; maybe I was scared that they would find him not guilty, or maybe I just wanted to move on from the whole situation. We’ll never know. I quickly caught a cab and told them where I wanted to go.

It has been six months since that night. So much has changed. I’m not the only girl Andy raped. He raped four other girls before me. They were just like me, too scared to say anything. All of my old friends ended up coming back to me and apologizing, even HwatHHeather. My home life is better; my parents are home more and are more involved in my life.

The tree painting turned out really well. It’s not a pretty tree, it’s weathered, it looks like it has been through hell, but it’s still standing… kind of like me. I’ve been though some things, and I guess you can say I’m weathered. But I’m here, and I’m going to keep on growing.

I no longer hate Andy Evans, I feel sorry for him. As I look at him sitting at the desk by his lawyer waiting for the jury to give him a verdict, I finally saw him for who he is, a hopeless little boy.

“We’re here Ma’am,” the cab driver said. I said thank you and paid him. I walked up to the house and knocked on the door; I know I must have looked weird coming over his house out of the blue.

When he opened the door I said “Hey,” I was going to ask him if we could watch the movie, but David moved so I could walk into the house and before I could say anything he said,

“Do you want butter on your popcorn?”

The End

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