My life was perfectly normal pretty much my whole life. Had a mom, had a dad, had a brother, everything was great. But soon I realized my life wasn't as perfect as I had thought it was. I guess everything started when I was four. I was diagnosed with ADHD and then shortly after dyslexia. My mom wouldn't believe that her son was one of "the special kids ". She worked patiently with me, but she would often get frustrated when I started to cry, when I couldn't read the simple book everyone else could in my kindergarten class. She grew old at the fact that I was different, and that I wasn't the perfect son she wanted me to be. She eventually turned to abuse; belt to back, fist to face, spanking until I got it right, which wasn't often. She also turned on my dad, giving him grief because I couldn't spell my own name right, let alone sit still long enough to do so.
Dad was driving me home from school on the highway one day. He was telling me about all the funny times he had a work, stories funny to a first grader, and we were laughing together. Like we could when my mom wasn't around. He always promised me that as soon as he got enough money we would go. Go back to England were Mom had made us move from, where I was born. I was so excited. Then a drunk driver jumped the median, and crashed into the car at ninety-eight miles an hour. It crushed Dad, killing him instantly, it crushed my leg, leaving a nasty scar and me immobilized for a year and a half. The driver was killed as well, leaving me only with an abusive mother, and an extreme fear of speeds. He stole my dad, the only thing I actually loved.
Mom was furious. She claimed it was my fault, that I was so hyper I distracted him. That Dad could have easily swerved out of the way if I wasn't there. But he couldn't of have... could he?
Mom, a few years later, decided she was gonna take me on a picnic to celebrate my ninth birthday at the local pond. Dammit I should have known better. She threw me in the pond, and left me there to drown. I made it to shore half dead, and made it the police station. They took me to the orphanage, and my mother only got seven months in jail. I haven't seen her since, and ever am I glad. Now I hate water almost as much as I hate speeds

Name: Charlie Johnson
Age: 18
Hair Color: Light Blonde
Eye Color: Bright Blue
Personality: Caring, Cautious, anxious, childish, funny, playful, loving, witty, hyper