Talk to me. NathanaëlxOC Miraculous: Ladybug

Prologue

I've never said a word and I will NEVER say a word. But I guess "never" is an overstatement. I have spoken before, I used to talk to my parents all the time. Emphasis on "used". I can't talk to my parents even if I tried anyway, my real parents died in a plane crash when I was six.
I was staying at my aunts house in Paris for the summer. My parents were flying back to my home town in South Carolina when their plane flew into an unexpected storm. I think you can imagine what happened next. Now I live with a foster family in Florida after all my aunts and uncles refused to take me in.
I guess my life was okay, but I could tell my foster family disapproved of my "not speaking thing". I could see it in their eyes. Now don't get me wrong Mr. and Mrs. Bishop are wonderful people but I just don't see them as family, but as caretakers. Just as people who let me live in there home and give me food.
I lived with them for four years and I was fine with just that until about two years ago they told me we were moving to Paris. Any other sixth grade, art loving, anime obsessed, girl would be extatic about moving to Paris and getting to see the Eiffel Tower. But not me.
I wanted to stay at my school far, far away from Paris, it brought back too many memories from the last time I was there. I also had no intention of going on a plane after the incident with my real parents. But I couldn't say or do anything about it, the Bishops had there heart set on a little apartment over an old art studio.
They thought it would be good for me to go out and see all of Paris and be able to go were I pleased since all I do is stay locked up in my room all day and sketch whatever came to mind. They had already gotten permission to take me and were determined to get me to Paris.
We eventually got there and have lived a normal life for about two years. I was fine until the Bishops told me I had to go to a normal public school. They have been homeschooling me since we moved here, but after Mr. Bishop fixed up the old art studio and started his own business there and Mrs. Bishops overworking job, they have no time to actually teach me things. So that's it I'm just supposed to accept it because I've never had a say in anything before. I thought my story would be over just as soon as I stepped into my first period class, but I was wrong. I was so, so, wrong.