This story is about a girl who was born with a condition... Asperger Syndrome... A condition in which effects the person's brain, impairing certain parts and even slowed down growth in some areas. It effected this girl since the day she were born. She began to show behavior that was considered "odd" and "unusual" as she became a young child. However, it wasn't her fault, for her way of thinking was how they felt to do such things. When she began preschool, things became harder. She struggled to learn. She struggled to make friends. Other kids made fun of her, threw crayons at her, never let her play with them, their toys or their games and avoided her like a plague. This was only her first shaky step into a life she never asked for, but the path was one she couldn't avoid, regardless. Preschool came and went. Kindergarten was not any different. In fact, that's when she first began to experience not just being called names and what not... But also pain. Emotional and physical pain. Insults cut her heart like a knife, while the physical pain made her cry and flinch. Going to Kindergarten was a chore, since she knew she wasn't welcomed. But there was nothing that she could do about it. Sure, the teacher often came to her defense, scolding the children for the mistreatment.
But what good did it truly do? She went from Kindergarten to Elementary School. Due her inability to learn like a normal child, she was placed in something called, "Special Ed", and was dubbed with a learning disorder, as well as impaired speech. This landed the child into something simply called "Speech", where she would visit a specialist on helping those with speech problems in the school every day. The lady who was in charge was often nice and sweet, making the child feel safe. And thanks to that, she began to speak better. But still struggled with certain words. And she even began to make friends, although she still struggled with such a thing. However, the other kids were much like her, impaired with some kind of condition. She began to feel accepted among the other children. However... once her own unusual condition began to show itself, things once again changed. She was once again an outcast, even making other Special Ed children feel unnerved by her "unnatural" behavior and habits. She once again became a loner against her will. But none of the other children even wanted to go near her. And even if some did go near her, all they did was insult her. Hurt her. Make her feel worthless. However... She had a brother, one who defended her each time she was picked on. He made her feel safe. Happy. Relieved. Eventually, kids began to avoid her completely, purely out of fear of her brother's wrath. Second grade was a point in which her life slowly began to develop into one of relief. She was in a different class, with different children. There... She finally made friends.
Kids who didn't mind hanging out. She had many friends, and she enjoyed having friends for the first time. For the first time, she was truly happy. Her friendships lasted her until she was in the fourth grade. Second and third grade were thankfully more bearable now she had friends and a protector who fought anyone who dared lay a hand on her. The next grades were some of the best ones of her life. She had friends, other "outcasts" like herself. She had a brother whom protected her. However, once she entered the sixth grade, her solo protector moved to Junior High School. However, at this point, other students luckily didn't pick on her too much. When it was her turn to enter Junior High School, she lost her friends. As they were going to schools she was not going. As she entered the seventh grade, she felt scared. And to make matters worse, her brother was not in this school either. For the first time, she felt truly alone. Even in her Special Ed class, she felt alone. Her teacher was nice enough, but even she didn't fill the void she felt in her heart. For weeks, she was alone. She didn't have any friends. No one to turn to. Not even the teachers brought her any comfort. She didn't know what to do. She began to accept the fact she would probably be all alone for the year.
As the students were let out of their classes for a break, she began to walk to her usual spot to be alone. As she walked, she passed two girls whom she had seen always together. Friends. Something she never had. She walked pass them, only for one of them to call out. "Hey!" She turned, looking at the girl who called out to her. "We've noticed you're always by yourself, and we feel bad for seeing you look so unhappy. You want to hang out with us?" She felt her heart skip a beat. And without even wasting a second, she came over to the two girls. They introduced themselves as Michelle and Katie. From there, a friendship between the three formed. She began to hang out with them regularly. Eventually, a fourth girl named Megan was accepted in the circle. And from there, the group grew. It went from four to seven, where she was among them.
They hung out throughout the seventh and eighth grade. More years that were some of her better years, added to her life. Don't ever give up. One day, you'll find those people who will love and accept you, no matter what. Hang on, endure and find them. They're out there, you just have to look... Help someone if they seem lonesome, help a bully if you think you can. Put a stop to bullying.
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