[ CW ] A character can only say one line or phrase repeatedly , however he/she makes good use of it amongst those who can speak without restraint .

Charlie had a decent childhood despite the curse. His family often stressed more about the curse than he did. His grandmother was always trying out weird curses on him to try to break the curse to no avail. He flinched as his grandmother plucked a hair from his head and put it into her old cauldron. “ Stay still and focus on what you want! ” she said pinching him as he tried to escape to the door. Charlie often suffered more from his grandmother than the curse; he was once turned into a frog for an entire week due to one of her zany concoctions. His grandmother stirred the pot over a fire for twenty minutes as Charlie tried to read one of the books his father had sent for him. His grandmother filled a small vial with the concoction and told Charlie to drink. He took a deep breath meanwhile repeating in his head, ‘ break the curse, break the curse, break the curse ’ It tasted like grape soda but it made Charlie ’ s hair stand straight up. He laughed as he looked in the mirror but his grandmother was less amused. 
 
 “ Stop laughing! Brush your hair you goonie! ” His grandmother said smiling trying to hold back laughter. She brushed Charlie ’ s hair and went down to the kitchen to start breakfast. Charlie was average compared to his siblings and was a little glad the concoction didn ’ t work; he liked the attention from his parents and grandmother and feared being lost in the shuffle. His older sister, Melinda was a great athlete and scholar so she spent most of her time at practice or in classes with her airhead boyfriend, Franklyn. The family wondered how Franklyn managed to keep up with Melinda and prayed that she wouldn ’ t marry him. Although he was rude, he often helped around the house which helped considering Charlie ’ s father was absent much of the time. Charlie spent most of his time with his older brother Josh who was more artistically gifted than anyone else Charlie had ever met. Charlie attempted art with every medium in an effort to be like Josh and failed on every attempt. Charlie ’ s father was a merchant and travelled a lot for business but he often sent gifts back so that the family would know where he had travelled recently. Charlie got along well with his father but didn ’ t understand why his father wouldn ’ t choose a job closer to home. His mother seemed to share his frustration but tried not to voice it, she was always around to take care of the children but especially his baby sister, Bailey. Charlie wondered why he was cursed but whenever he tried to communicate the message, his parents pretended not to understand. Even when Josh asked they would change the subject or say his phase themselves. 
 
 Charlie slid down the banister to the kitchen. Melinda was gabbing away while Franklyn ate pancake after pancake at the table. Between Melinda ’ s useless chatter and Bailey ’ s piercing cries, there was no way Charlie could ask for pancakes; even if he could actually ask. He looked to his mother but she was busy preparing a bottle. He went to his grandmother who was busy cooking pancakes by the dozen. He tugged on her shirt but she was too focused on cooking and Melinda. “ Need something? ” Josh asked ruffling Charlie ’ s hair. 
 
 `` There are tones of voice that mean more than words.'' Charlie uttered. No one knew why the witch had chosen this phrase. After months of research, grandmother had found that it was from a distant world and written down by a famous author named Robert Frost. That was all Charlie knew about the phrase but he suspected his mother and grandmother knew more. Charlie had gotten better at expressing himself over the years and used certain pronunciations to his advantage. So it really sounded like, “ There are tones of voice that mean more than wurst. ” Josh laughed and began to guess the meaning, “ wurst? Like the sausage? So let me guess; you ’ re hungry? ” Charlie smiled and grabbed a fork before taking a seat at the table. “ Go away this is adult talk. ” Franklyn said throwing Charlie ’ s fork across the table. “ There are tones of voice that MEAN MORE THAN WORDS! ” Charlie shouted grabbing his fork back. Grandma put two pancakes on each of their plates pretending not to hear the bickering. Charlie looked at his two pancakes compared to the four that were on Franklyn ’ s plate. “ There are tones of voice that mean *more* than words. ” Charlie said trying to communicate without sounding too fresh to his grandmother. “ Wait until you ’ re done! ” grandma shouted as Charlie rolled his eyes. If he waited until later, he wouldn ’ t be able to get more because Franklyn would ’ ve already gobbled it all up. Charlie proceeded to pour enough syrup to cause diabetes onto his pancakes. Josh grabbed the syrup from his hands and discreetly put it away. He hated to get Charlie in trouble especially when the airhead was around and would taunt Charlie. 
 
 After breakfast Charlie got dressed and headed into town. His goal of the day was to buy a yoyo. He had seen one in the book that his father sent that was bright and colorful but also glow in the dark. Just playing with one seemed awesome to Charlie. Charlie looked around all the vendors ’ booths but could n't find any like the ones in his book. He approached an old vendor, “ There are tones of voice that mean more than words. ” Charlie stuttered trying to figure out how to ask. The vendor looked at him in confusion so Charlie attempted charades. He mimed a circle with his hands and then pretended to swing a yoyo down and then bring it back up. “ A yoyo! ” the vendor shouted. Charlie touched his nose and smiled. “ Oh no! Wait! No we don ’ t sell them here. ” The vendor replied in a regretful tone. Charlie nodded and walked away. He suddenly got an idea. There were fairies in the forest which travelled to different worlds on a daily basis; he could ask one of them. He looked at his watch; it was already noon and his family would notice if he was gone for too long. 
 
 ‘ Screw it. I ’ m getting a yoyo ’ Charlie thought and ran off to the forest. Charlie began turning over rocks and searching in the tree hollows but still couldn ’ t find any. As he got deeper in the forest, he realized that he probably should have kept track of where he was going to avoid getting lost but he shrugged it off. ‘ Too late now! ” Charlie thought. His grandmother always warned him about his carefree nature but it wasn ’ t like Charlie had a lot of money or anything desirable. Charlie began to shout, hoping a fairy would hear him and come out of hiding. “ THERE ARE TONES OF VOICE THAT MEAN MORE THAN WORDS! ” he yelled as he spotted something move out of the corner of his eye. It looked like a stream or a river so Charlie ran to it. If he couldn ’ t find a fairy soon, he would have to find his way home. He sat down on a boulder and took a sip of water from the stream. There was a rustling in the bushes and a feminine voice began to speak, “ You ’ re right about that kid. What ’ s the matter? ” Charlie jumped and looked at the figure. She was tall and thin with pink hair. Her face was caked with dirt. Fairies came in all shapes and sizes but shivers still went down Charlie ’ s spine. “ There are tones of voice that mean more than words. ” Charlie said cautiously. The fairy looked at him in curiosity, “ Are you lost? ” Charlie tried to mime but he was too worried and his hands shook as he did it. The fairy flicked her fingers at him and the bushes began to rustle again. 
 
 Josh stepped out from the forest. “ Hey! I was looking for you. Are you alright? It ’ s late. Why do you look pale? ” He questioned rushing to his younger brother ’ s side and then seeing the fairy. Charlie nodded as Josh took a water bottle out of his backpack and handed it to him. “ There are tones of voice that mean more than words. ” Charlie said playing with the word, “ tones ” to make it sound more like “ Toe-owns. ” Charlie hoped Josh would get it but neither the fairy nor his older brother seemed to understand. “ Why does he say that? ” the fairy asked approaching Charlie. Josh took a defensive stance in front of him and answered, “ He ’ s cursed. ” The fairy closed her eyes and began to glow gold. She clapped her hands together and spoke an incantation to herself quietly before flicking her hands at Charlie. Charlie shook his head furiously; He didn ’ t want her help with the curse. Before anyone could notice Charlie ’ s refusal, a ray of light shot into him knocking him to the ground. “ Well?!? ” the fairy asked in anticipation as Josh picked Charlie up off the ground in excitement. Charlie began to speak, “ There are tones of voice that mean more than words. ” “ The fairy took Charlie from Josh and shook him. “ What! I can break any curse! ” the fairy shouted flicking her fingers at the ground. Charlie took a sigh of relief and opened his hands. A bright orange yoyo laid in his palms. 

