[ WP ] Throughout your childhood you are made fun of for `` making up your own language '' , till Earth is contacted by another race and you are the only one that understands them .

Billy's problems began when he was 13 years old. Like any small boy in Wichita, Kansas he lived life in a bubble. First grade, second grade, sixth grade the same tests with the same kids in the same school, all since he was 6 years old. Saturday was for video games and television and Sunday was for church. He had had the same schedule for the last 3 years straight: right home from school, finish that schoolwork, dinner and then maybe some TV or Internet before bed. The routine never varied; there was no after school sports or clubs or activities for him, his parents just would n't allow it. By the time he was 10 Billy started to feel …different. No one around him noticed, no one around him cared. He had no friends, and that's why the first crack in the seam of Billy's life went completely unnoticed. It began one day - Saturday, in fact - when he was playing World of Warcraft. In the middle of a melee he suddenly blurted out, no one else in earshot - `` asldfkasdfadf''. `` asdfvpoib, erspobeps adfpgjr dsf sdpbspba''. Words that he'd never said pored from his mouth... from no where. More and more gibberish his babble became a landslide of … well... sentences. `` adsfalskd alskdfa13oi4'' & `` oifhoi siieureoi, isgfdogihsf''. None of it made any sense, but he knew what he was saying, and he could n't stop himself. On and on he went until eventually, that night, Billy had dinner with his parents. It was right between bites of potato that he introduced his parents, unintentionally, to this new language. At first they scolded, then pleaded then threatened, all to no avail. Because this was the beginning of the end, because Billy's support system was non-existent. That support system, starting with his parents, and ending with his friends; none could help, and slowly Billy felt non-existent. 
 Martha and Tom had had Billy late in life and were unprepared for the day to day expense of having any child, even 
 one as … uneventful as Billy. While there was little to no drama in their life, these were not parents to put up with babble. So when this language came, seemingly from nowhere, they tried to put a stop to it. They tried pleading with Billy to stop. They tried bribing him to stop. And they tried punishing him, to compel him to stop, but days turned to weeks and weeks to month, and Billy's language only became more vocal, and more refined. He knew what he was saying, but no one else did. His parents were beginning to think about committing Billy to an institution. 
 The East Witchita school system was an old and established organization, with a kind of institutional'muscle 
 memory' that knew what to do with troublesome kids. And in that one day in December Bill McQuarrie became one of those kids. He was n't violent, or even particularly unruly, but he was incapable of learning anything new. Instead he simply processed his understanding in a language no one had ever heard of. He seemed smart enough, but the school had no way to test him. This went on for a few months, but in the end Billy was relegated to a special school where he could have more'one on one' time with his teachers, with the added convenience of the short bus to school every day. 
 Other kids had never really cared for Billy the way kids ordinarily do, with that kind of magnetic pull that binds two 
 opposite poles together. While they all knew he was there, maybe even felt sorry for him, it was n't enough for anyone to take that extra step and sit next to him at lunch. The closest he had to a friend was Tess McGill, but she had only talked to him on a dare from one of her friends, and desperate as we was, Billy was n't going to try and make friends under those conditions. So, when he started babbling to himself - one day on the way to homeroom; no one really noticed, or cared. 
 Suddenly, the world seemed to have bigger problems, and as insignificant as Billy was before, it was nothing compared to now. He'd read online that a meteor had crashed into earth on the Eastern Seaboard and scientists had told 
 the world that there were aliens. That's right, real, live extraterrestrials that were walking and talking. And there was even a YouTube video of them. Almost as soon as it went up, YouTube crashed with the sheer number of page requests. But with persistence, Billy was able to load the Video, and he was stunned to see the grainy cell phone image of the aliens. Halfway through the Video Billy heard people shouting; it sounded like the military, some kind of commander. `` Can anyone understand us? ``, the voice shouted. 
 Billy looked at the Video strangely, `` Why would the army ask if anyone could understand them?'' 
 `` What planet are we on? ``, asked the video. Stunned, Billy realized what was happening. 
 He could understand what the aliens were saying, they were speaking in HIS language. Billy knew that he had to go to the Alien landing site and see them with his own eyes: maybe even talk to them. 
 Billy told his parents, he showed them the video and told them what the aliens were saying, what they were asking. But they did n't believe. They were planning to send him away. Before he might not have cared, but now, he had to get to the Alien site. Even though he was a kid. Even though he was n't supposed to know better, Billy ran away to the Alien site. Taking every dollar he had saved, what he was going to use for the prom, like he'd ever go, he thought. Using that money, he bought a bus ticket to New York, and wondered how long it would take for his parents to find he was gone. 
 It did n't take long to get to find the Alien site once he got to New York, something unusual happened as soon as he stepped of the bus. Almost, telepathically, a voice guided him through the streets, to an abandoned upper east side building. It was an old brownstone that looked like a hundred others, and was built a century ago. The voice told him to climb the stone steps and open the front door. 
 
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 As the aliens prepared to depart, Billy continued to plead `` Take me with you'', he begged, speaking alien. 
 `` No one here understands me like you do, no one cares like you do. I have no life on this planet and once you leave I'll have no one to talk to''. 
 So the aliens took Billy. 

