friends.

Prologue

       Friends. What's the point of them? No matter how many people deny it, they only use them to satisfy their wants. Such as, getting free food, getting a date, gaining popularity, or just needing company. The last one sounds stupid but being alone is not bad, in fact you don't even get close to any harm. So why.? Why do people crave the idea of having a friend? They could turn their backs on you at any second, make you feel horrible, and even crush your voice. Not literally, but as in your ability to speak up. And that's what happened. To me anyway. I went mute. I got tired of socializing. And honestly, I never liked it to begin with. People freaked me out sometimes and could twist my words and turn them against me. Apparently, none of that mattered to anyone else. Not my family, the few people that hung around me, the people who never cared about me to begin with, and so on. No one cared that I went mute. They only cared about fixing it, taking me to counselors, wasting their time and money, not accepting the fact that I wont talk. But in some ways, it worked out for them. Like when we were told my dad (who's in the military), has orders to move to Appleton, Wisconsin. Like how I'm moving right before my freshman year of high school. This is the 14th time we moved. My dad has requested at least 20 times and only 14 of them worked. And the recent 9, were in the last year or two. Because that was around the time I stopped talking. My parents said this is probably their last and final try to get me to talk. At first, I never made any communication. Now I will write things down such as grocery lists, worksheets for school, and nod my head. I'd rather not, but my parents were basically begging me. It's not so horrible I guess.
Since we had to move, my mom has to find a new house and job. The only available and good paying job had weird hours; where she would be home the whole morning, then start work at 12 pm, then end at 12 am. And my dad's job was already a night shift, meaning he would already leave by the time I get home from school. Since this was the schedule, and I can't drive, they picked a house that was near the store in walking distance. So if I ever needed ingredients, I wouldn't need a Uber. I wasn't necessarily sure about this schedule but I can't object anyway. Even if I could, I'd probably still keep my mouth shut. That's easier.