When We Were Older

by Dead.SummerXx

Truthfully, the grass is never really greener on the other side—especially if you're a mentally handicapped man with more dimples than brain cells and a special needs teacher with more skeletons in your closet than bones in your entire body. AU, USUK

1. PART I: i

A/N: Yes, I based this off of Flowers For Algernon by Daniel Keyes. Anyway. The chapters will be short, but when I update, multiple ones will be uploaded at a time. I just feel that breaking them up like this is the best way to go. And for those of you who are following Snowblind—that takes priority over this, so don't worry. c:

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"Between a fellow who is stupid and honest and one who is smart and crooked, I will take the first. I won't get much out of him, but with that other guy I can't even keep what I've already got."

—Lewis B. Hershey

When We Were Older

PART I

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progris riport 1—martch 2, 1967

Dr Honda (thats how yu spel it, he evin told me; I think its chinese or sumthing I thot it was hawnduh like yawn its rilly wierd) seys i shuld start riteing entrys in this book evry day becuse he wants too ricord my progris. I think thats why their calld progris riports but i stilll dont get it. What am I supposd two rite down. It doesnt make sence to me but if Dr Honda seys I shuld than I will. Hes a doctor so he has to bee smart rite. Hes got to no what hes doing. I want to be smart to. He told me to rite down sum stuff abot myself so here yu go. My name is Alfred Jones im twenty for yirs old. I dont no what else too rite so I guess im done for now.

T:KA