Chapter 1- another usual day
Once upon a time there was a girl, her name was Clara. Clara was pretty and she had a normal life. She was popular and had many friends. But of course this was just another fantasy story.
Hello my name is Clara. I'm in the 6th grade and I don't live a normal life. My mom calls me special, my doctor calls me autistic. My teachers call me different. And the kids at school call me a retard, or mental. And this is not another fantasy story. And even though I'm supposedly stupid I love to write. I've been writing since I was about, well since I could write. I go to Mary Jane middle school. This morning I woke to the smell of smoke. I wasn't sure if it was from my brother cooking, or from a real fire. I got out of bed slowly and then went to scope the house. I went into the dining room to see that my little sister had found the match drawer. She had then decided to light all of them and then drop them when they hurt. Luckily the floor was tile and not wood or carpet. I then went into the kitchen to fix myself breakfast. I took out the boxes of cereal and then decided on the fruit loops. I put back all the other boxes, after I ate my cereal I put my dish in the dishwasher neatly next to the other bowls and went back upstairs stepping over the burnt out matches. When I went upstairs I sat at my new computer to check my stories. I have a blog where I write stories and post them. And you can leave reviews and I wanted to check if I had any. I didn't. I almost never do. But for some reason I was disappointed this time, because I had tried really hard to make this story really good. But I guess it wasn't as good as I thought it was. I got ready for school and then walked out the door. I put on my music in my headphones. I do not enjoy music, but it tunes out the sounds of the angry cars and people on the streets. I arrived at my bus stop. I sat down at the bench next to some other girls. Then they got off the bench and stood away from me. Then I realized what I was doing. My hands were flapping again. But it really didn't matter anyway. They would have left me anyway. I heard them day a couple of words like, gross, retard, loner. The usual and some chuckling. And then the bus came.