So here I am. Finally making friends. Finally talking correctly. But I’m getting ahead of myself, I'm supposed to start at the beginning, not the end. So let's go back quite a few years.

When I was born, I was born with ADHD, Down syndrome and Epilepsy. So kids in my school bully me because I can’t talk well. For example, I pronounce the letter “R” as if I'm saying aw. So when people bully me, they always make fun of me for my bad speaking. There is a kid named Sans in my school, and he always judges people by who they are and hates people with disabilities. Apparently, people with disabilities are either slow, too stupid, or too smart for him. It’s honestly stupid.

So I wake up, get up, get ready for school, and eat breakfast. I get on the bus and leave for school. I go to wait outside my class, only to be blocked by a hideous green and black monster, or I wished that happened. I was blocked by none other than Sans.

“Hey, I heard you’re the distorted kid around here,” Sans says to me.

Okay, at the time, when this happened, I was totally oblivious to what was going on. And I just answered casually.

“No, I’m not. I just have a few things I was born with,” I replied.

“Listen ‘ere, kid. No one is ever going to like you. You are going to be alone forever,” He barked.

Then he pushed me to the ground and walked past. I actually believed him. I legit thought I wasn’t going to have any friends. And as soon as that happened, this girl came up to me.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?!” she asks

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied. “You’re like the only person in this who actually cared to see if I'm okay.”

She smiled at me and then said, “Yeah, I have a couple of disabilities too.”. Wow! I’m not the only one with disabilities in this school. But I have never seen her before. Did she transfer from another school?

“I’m new here, and I’m in your class,” She says

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what disabilities do you have?” I ask.

“I have Dyslexia and ADHD.” She answers

We got to know each other, her name was Chara. I don’t know why she was treating me like this. She was the only person in the school who cared about me. To be honest, It felt good to have a friend. Over a couple of years, we have gone bike riding, helped each other out on homework, played a lot of videogames and went to our special ed classes together.

It was at about 7th grade, in which I actually started to say stuff right. Instead of saying afraid like, “Afwayed,” I actually said it right. Chara was so proud and/or surprised. I was surprised myself, and at first I didn't even notice. And eventually I started saying almost every word I could think of correctly.

About one week later, I remember being hit in the head with a binder or something like that. I also remember Chara running over to the kid who hit me and tackled the kid to the floor.
I fell on the floor, unconscious.

I run over to the kid who hit frisk in the head and tackled him to the ground. It was an easy pin, but the kid struggled.

“MR. DREEMURR!” I yell.

I was calling for my principle. When he ran over, I explained everything.

“This kid right here, hit Frisk in the head, knocking him into unconsciousness.” I explain

“Chara, thank you. I will call an ambulance.” Mr. Dreemurr says to me

Frisk has been in the hospital for five weeks now and hasn’t woken up. I stayed in the hospital and only left when I needed food.

“Ow my head,” I say

I sit up quickly to realize Chara was with me. And I also realized I wasn't at Under Wonder Middle, my school. Chara ran up to me and hugged me tightly.

“You’re awake!” Chara yelled. “Nurse! He’s awake!”

“Chara, how long have I been out?” I ask

“Almost 2 months. You were in a coma.” She replies  

“You know who hit me in the back the head?” I ask.

“Sans Skeleton," She replies, "The kid who pushed you down in first grade.”

“What was his punishment?”

“Out of school suspension, two weeks,”

“Nice.”

Soon after I had woken up, I had to learn to walk again, and then I went home. The next day, I had permission to stay home if I wanted to, and so I did. Chara stayed with me at all times, although I was safe at my house. It was probably because she didn't want me to fall, because I was still unsteady on my legs.

A couple of days after that, I was back at school. And I was greeted by many people, wanting to be friends with me, and not just people wanting to get information on why I wasn’t at school, and why an ambulance showed up at school, actual friends who were into socializing with me.

Well, there I was, making friends, and avoiding conflict, and I could talk correctly for every work I could think of. Anything and everything I ever wanted. But there is more.

A few months later, after I had helped Frisk get steady on his legs, I started to grow feeling for him. There have been a lot of girls trying to ask him out, but he always rejected them. But he rejected them kindly, so that way he could keep his friends. Something I could never do. Granted, I haven’t ever been in that situation before either, so I wouldn’t know. A few weeks later I decided to ask him.

“H-hey Frisk,” I ask nervously

“What is it Chara?”

“Will you be my boyfriend?”

I can’t tell you how many emotions are going through me right now. Knowing that he has rejected all girls that asked him out, it stressed me out.

“Chara. You know what I say to those other girls.”

“Yeah,”

“You know how I never accepted them?”

This is stressing me out so bad. I can’t tell you how much I’ll hate myself if doesn’t accept.

“Y-yeah,”

“Did you know your answers to my questions is the answer to your one question?”

“Did you just-”

“Yes I did Chara. I accepted.”