The Autsitic Singer

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"April!"

Even though I had my music up loud, I could still hear my mother loud and clear. Sge banged on my door, so I turned my music down to minimum and opened it.

"April, that music is too loud!"

"I'm sorry," I said.

"I thought you didn't like loud noises?"

I shrugged. "Music is different."

Mum rolled her eyes. "It's late at night, please turn it down!"

"I promise I'll turn it down," I said, and she closed the door. I decided to lower the volume even more, because I had homework to be getting on with. God, I hated school. It wasn't really the subjects - I was always academically advanced - it was the other kids. You see, I was autistic, and I was seen as somewhat 'weird' by the other kids at school. I didn't have that many friends, even though I'd been there ten years.

I opened my backpack and took out my homework. My poor backpack had been through some stuff - namely some of the boys kicking it while it was on my back. I didn't know what was wrong with me, why I was such a target. Obviously it was because I was autistic. I was diagnosed at the age of five. Asperger's syndrome, is what my particular condition is called. Or, at least what it used to be called. I don't know why they changed it. Never really looked into it. Never really been bothered by it to be honest.

What did bother me was music. OK, that came out wrong. I loved music. It was something of a special interest. I was one of those people who could pick out notes a mile off. People were also amazed at how well I could sing. But I'd never had the confidence to do anything about it.

I finished my homework and put it back in my backpack, ready for school the next day. Then I turned my music off and climbed into bed.

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The major obstacle of any school day was working out where to sit for lunch in the canteen. Everyone had their 'cliques' which left no room for me. I did manage to find a table to myself and I sat there and silently ate my lunch. I was only in the first year, so that meant there was still another five years of the torturous experience to go. I sighed to myself. Life must get easier at some point, I thought to myself.

After lunch I went back to my form room. There was an older girl I didn't recognize in there, standing at the front. I thought that was a little weird, but I sat down anyway.

"This is Jessica," said Mr Carter. "She's here to mentor one of you for the rest of the year.""

Mentor us? Did we need mentoring? I just hoped she wouldn't pick me.

"April," Mr Carter said. "Would you like to be mentored?"

I didn't say anything.

"That's settled then," said Mr Carter. "Jessica, you will be mentoring April."

I rolled my eyes and sighed, Life just kept getting worse.

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