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Post by Jenna*Braden on Apr 12, 2011 16:18:07 GMT -5
Dylan
"She belongs in an asylum." I muttered as I walked back into my room.
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Post by chargergirlz on Apr 12, 2011 16:19:35 GMT -5
Chase "What?" I asked, following him.
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Post by Jenna*Braden on Apr 12, 2011 16:21:25 GMT -5
Dylan
"You didn't KNOW? You didn't figure it out?" I asked in disbelief.
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Post by chargergirlz on Apr 12, 2011 16:22:53 GMT -5
Chase "Figure out what?" I asked, worried.
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Post by Jenna*Braden on Apr 12, 2011 18:26:21 GMT -5
Dylan
"That she has Asbergers syndrome..." I said quietly, looking down at my feet.
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Post by chargergirlz on Apr 12, 2011 20:02:33 GMT -5
Chase I opened my mouth, then closed it again. "Huh?" I asked, still confused.
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Post by Jenna*Braden on Apr 12, 2011 20:18:37 GMT -5
Dylan
"She just gets really really mad about things..." I said quieter. "When she keeps things bottled up...she gets like she did just now."
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Post by chargergirlz on Apr 12, 2011 20:20:57 GMT -5
Chase "Oh." I said quietly. "I didnt know that... sorry."
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Post by Jenna*Braden on Apr 12, 2011 20:24:26 GMT -5
Dylan
"Its okay." I said. "The only thing she ever does is sports and riding. Nothing else. She gets obsessive about things and...she can sonetimes get depressed."
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Post by chargergirlz on Apr 12, 2011 20:24:56 GMT -5
Chase I frowned a little. "Oh. That must stink."
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Post by Jenna*Braden on Apr 12, 2011 20:28:32 GMT -5
Dylan
"It doesn't just STINK for her." I said hardly. "It's like a living hel* sometimes for her."
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Post by chargergirlz on Apr 12, 2011 20:29:08 GMT -5
Chase "Oh." I said, looking down. "Sorry. Again."
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Post by Jenna*Braden on Apr 12, 2011 20:37:45 GMT -5
Dylan
"You should go." I said, taking a peice of paper and scribbling a note on it. I walked past him and walked down the hallway, I slipped it under her door and could hear faint weeping from inside.
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Post by chargergirlz on Apr 12, 2011 20:38:31 GMT -5
Chase I sighed. I always mess things up.
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Post by Jenna*Braden on Apr 12, 2011 20:40:09 GMT -5
Dylan
I walked into my room silently and closed the door.
Lizzie
"Squisherz?" I asked the tear-streaked lump of Aly. "Squisherz are you ok?"
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