• I trudged up the hill, the soggy grass squelched under my feet, a sickening sound really. That was only because my shoes, black Demonias with silver rings and buttons, had holes, or more like tears, in the bottom of them. They had constantly caused me problems, like at the zoo on my birthday, when I had gotten home I had found the skin was wet and white, not a good combination.
    But as I neared the top of the hill, the buses up top, I looked down at the ground, my breathing was getting harsh and I was wheezing slightly, the water had drained from my shoes, but my asthma was causing a worse problem. I reached the top and coughed, the cough was filled with a horrible sensation. But I continued on through the groups of kids as my sister and I made our way towards the intersection just a few yards from the school.
    I waved goodbye to my friend, Kiara, and walked alongside my sister, Nicole, my messenger bag thumping against my knee.
    I had exactly five books in there, not even for school, just library books. I loved to read, all kinds of books, historical fiction, sci-fi, even some talking animal books, but my favorites were adventerous, gut wrenching emotional, passionate, and romantic kind of fiction books.
    Right now, we were reading Rules during Autism Awareness Week. We would be going on a walk around the school on April 30, holding signs up that said random things about autism.
    But it's not like I didn't care, in fact, I thought I had autism myself. I would loose interest quickly, I often said random things, I flailed my arms around a lot, and I often spoke things in odd ways.
    But we wouldn't know until I asked a doctor.
    Dad told me this as we walked down the hill, a shortcut to our apartment in the Sagebrook apartment homes.
    Dad and mom were divorced, they lived seperatley, and dad was in the Air Force. He was a superviser for the Air Force ever since he had gotten surgery last December to fix an organ in his digestion system that had blown and would have been fatal in not for the fact that dad got there quick.
    Of course, mom wasn't as fun as our thrill seeking, stick-random-stuff-in-nose, fart loving dad, but she was pretty cool.
    She worked as an insurance claims adjuster, or something like that, she worked as a manager of her unit and she loved taking us to movies. All kinds, comedy, horror (my favorite), action, romance (also my favorite), and even some 3-D movies (NOT my favorite). They were almost as good as books, except you couldn't hug the book when you started to blush at a passionate scene or hide behind it if you were in school and you started to cry.
    But it was okay...

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