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you are {full name} you are mute not by choice but by birth,you were born without vocal chords.so you grew up with a notepad but you knew sign language  you could sign some stuff but didnt know all of it but you could sign what you knew almost as fast as light.

you walked outside with your backpack,your i pod,and your notepad and pin.you were wereing your {fave color} shirt and your bluejeans,nothing special.you put your ear buds in your ears and watched for the buss.

when it
came around the corner you were nervous and you had every right to be.the buss stoped
right infront of you .you climbed onto the buss and looked around.

evryone was stareing at you like you were some person who was wereing underpants to school but there was one person he was in the verry back.he smiled at you and patted the spot next to him you gess they gave him the sam reaction giving how strange he looked.

he had face paint on that made him look like a skeliton,a long sleve sweter that looked like a sute of bones,boned gloves,purple shorts,midnight black hair,and horns that almost reached the roof of the buss.

you walked through all the stareing people and sat next to the strange boy. he signed somthing

' hi' you noticed and signed back ' hello ' he was surprised. he signed somthing else you

didnt understand.you scribled on your note pad. "what???"

he blinked and then toolk the pad and pen you handed him and wrote.

"sorry i all up and motherfucking thought you knew signlanguage : o( "

you replyed

"i do its just i dono all of it... c: "

~rest of conversation becus im lazy and i dont think i should tell there evry actions only the important one's : o)~

" oh ok well ill teach you!"

"ok but how??? : ? "

"come to the old grammer room during studdy hall.  : o) "

"where's that??? "

"just ask around you'l find it  : o) "

"oh by the way whats your name???"

"kurloz and your's?"

"{name}.  : ) "

"ok {name}-sis : o)"

"oh and hey why wont you speek {name}-sis it dosent look like you have motherfucking
stiches on your mouth."

you toolk the pad back and replyed keeping your gaze down where the note pad had ben.

"i was born without vocal chords..."

he looked at you with a surprised and sad look on his face.

"oh im mother fucking sorry for pulling up sad memory's {name}-sis : o("

you smiled and toolk back the notepad.

"na its fine its just a reminder of how hard ive worked to get here  and it sort of makes me proud of myself so thanks!!! : )

~kurloz pov~

wow how can she motherfucking smile with all the crap she's went through?

thats amazeing how her motherfucking feelings are up so high even when she dosent have the words to express it. thats just a mother fucking miracle. : o)