charlie's pov
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"Wake the fuck up, Charlie!", My brother yells, obviously annoyed. "Yes sir.", I reply, getting up immediately. I get into my everyday outfit, as I have no personality, according to my father.
I realize that once Sal sees me, he'll probably make fun of me, and then I think to myself: Noone cares if I were there. They don't even notice me, not even my friends.
I smack myself, and get ready to leave.
"Bye, bro.", I say, hoping he'll accept the nickname.
"Bye, lil dude.", He replies, sounding happier.
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Sal's pov >:]
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As I walk into school, everyone turns to look at me. "Did you hear? He's killed someone!", Someone whispers to their friend.
I turn around, assuming they're pointing at someone else, and to my surprise there is. Charlie?
"Hey, Sal. I'm not in y-your way, am I?", He asks, not faking his concern.
I shake my head no. He looks... sad.
I drag him to his locker, and ask him, "Hey, I know you hate me and all, but, are you... all right?", He looks down, obviously ashamed.
"Hey, hey, hey. Don't be ashamed. We all have emotions, its okay to feel things. Tell me what wrong. I wont judge you, charlie.", I tell him. He looks up, teary eyed. "I can't do this anymore.", he sniffs.
"Explain.", i say. he shakes his head no. 'I'll see ya around'. he says.
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there. that should be enough. i''m sorry. im sorry im sorry im sorry.
