The Autsitic Singer
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.
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.