Hey, here's chappie two. This is David, by the way. Beth FINALLY let me write something beyond part of a review, so here's the fruit of that exploit! ALL ME!
-David M
~linear break madonna~
Amy jumped on the bus, said hi to the bus driver, and sat down in front of the heater- a benefit of being one of the first stops.
Her brother, Matt, sat two rows ahead, next to a redhead who introduced herself as Jenna Dare. Unlike her, Matt had a triple whammy of mental disorders: ADHD, autism, and dyslexia. All she had was ADHD.
Matt stared out the window at the clouds. Rain, of course. Three inches for them; maybe five over in New Jersey.
He frowned and pulled his hood up, disappearing into the darkness. For a moment he was floating, alone. But no- there was the seat's pressure on his back, fabric on his cheek, a slight thump beside him as Jenna fell asleep.
Some people said he was severely autistic, but he wasn't. He could still be- don't go there, his mind warned, and veered away from some barely-seen path- still be mainstreamed, couldn't he?
The storm wasn't part of Hurricane Judith, but was being pushed along ahead of her. Storms comforted him. They were familiar, predictable. He knew what they were going to do next, unlike with humans.
But this storm was different. It felt malevolent, somehow; a harbinger.
He fell asleep as the wind whispered his name.
~angel of randomness~
Hey, it's just a little short. Bet you thought Beth was the only poet in the family, didn't you? Ha!
Actually, I lied. I didn't do everything. Beth did spellcheck.
-David M
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