What did I do?

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He looks at me. He starts to go to the kitchen and grabs a glass of water, then, slightly confused he goes to the fridge and grabs some juice and pours it in. He gives me the half juice half water concoction and I slowly reach for it. Not knowing what to do, I grab it and politely drink some. it doesn't taste all that bad and chug it down. "thirsty?" he signed.

"Woah! you know sign language?" I questioned.

"Yes, I don't talk often so I thought it would be a good idea."

"Yeah! my mom is mute and so had to learn it to communicate." I chucked lightly. I haven't seen my mom in at least 10 years and I'm surprised I can even remember anything. I can feel some of the old memories flooding back and I have an odd moment Deja Vu.

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I'm at school and I can see some of the older kids going to lunch. I'm in the hall trying to sign something that I was having trouble on. Some older kids bump into me but I keep at it. "Whoa! you can talk with your hands as well?"

I nod he was much older than me but he seemed fairly nice. " I can I do it wen I'm too shy or whatever to actually talk. My mom gets frustrated but its the only way ill communicate with my step-dad. Martin my brother is super chill about it. If you want I can help you. I'm Phil. Phil Lester at your service. Gotta goes to lunch but I hope ill see you soon." He smiles and I can see his tongue poking out in the corner a bit. " bye!" he turns the corner and leaves. I can remember his blondish red hair in a funny hair cut.

I ran away not that long after and I never heard about him.

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As I finish the sweet trip down memory lane, I can see he is violently signing something at me.

"... anyways, I thought I would be funny to show him a picture of a butterfly. he then showed me like a ton of pictures of moths it was super- are you ok? whats wrong? "

Moths. I hate moths. the one thing I'm scared of is moths. Mottephobia is what it's called. Ugh, I hate moths." I didn't realize that I said that out loud. Oops.