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I’m Charlie, 15 years old and currently a sophomore in high school. When i first came as a freshman, i though school would be okay. I didn't really have any friends, i don't need any. But there was this one girl who wouldn't stop talking to me. I tried my best to ignore her but she wouldn't give up. i didn't talk to her but i gave her a glare that made her heart skip a beat and stopped talking mid-sentence. I put my hands on her shoulders and stared at her. She was speechless. She didn't know what do say or do and i could see a slight blush on her cheeks. Bright pink. I took one hand off and signed "stop" with it. Then i reached down for my backpack and grabbed my notebook and a pencil. I started writing, "do you know sign language?" i wrote. She stared at me for a few seconds and responded. "uh..yes." calmly but shy. Then i looked at her and started talking though sign language ever since. I told her that i didn't want to be her friend multiple times. She wouldn't give up. That's when i gave in. Since the first day of freshman year, we have been good friends, even though i don't use my voice to talk but my hands. She's okay with that. I'm glad. We hung out ever since. But there was just one problem. My bully was her brother. HER BROTHER. I hated him so much. He has been bullying me since freshman year. I hated him so much. God life can't get any worse. Well it can, i don't want to jinx it..  My past has a lot to do with why i don't like talking to people. And why I really hate them, but Katie is an exception. (My best friend since the first day of freshman year and also my bully's sister.) When i was about 6 years old, me and my parents were watching a movie on a regular saturday night. Then my mama started acting a little weird like she saw a ghost or something. My papa told me to go to my room. I wish i did that day but i didn't listen. I stayed with him and said no. Two large muscular guys broke the front door and marched in. I hid behind the couch horrified. I was too scared to ask my mama and papa what was going on. "WHERE'S THE KID?" one of them yelled while slapping my mama in the face causing her to loose her balance and fall to my papa's arms. I was so confused and horrified that I got out of my hiding spot and ran to my mama. "M-mama? Are you okay?" I managed to say. "NO!" papa cried. A gunshot. "AHHH!!" another gunshot. "Our job is done, let's go" they left. "m-mama? p-p-papa..?" i cried out. "MAMA! PAPA!" i cried even more. They were dead. I will never forget that day. I blame myself for their death. I killed them. If i listened to my papa and went to my room, they would be alive. I had to live by myself.. Monday came and i had to walk to school. I was mute. I couldn't speak. I stayed quiet the rest of the day. When i came home, i went to my room and started crying again. Even when i tried talking to myself, I couldn't. Not one would came out of my mouth, no matter how hard I tried. I was living by myself ever since and i didn't tell anyone. In 7th grade, I tried talking to myself again. I failed. I tried for 3 hours. "h-h-he-........." i mumbled. "HELLO MY NAME IS CHARLIE!" I yelled to the top of my lungs. Oh my god..I DID IT! I DID IT! That day that i spoke, I was really proud of myself. I would practice talking more and more often and then it became a daily thing. I just never talked with another person besides myself in the mirror. My past still haunts me, i try to forget about it but every time i'm in my house, all i could think about are mama and papa.