pen and paper

pen and paper

A Story by johnathon nichols

Pencil and paper

The sun raised in the small home a young boy woke up with amazement

For today was Saturday which meant no school which the young boy always enjoyed not having. You see life is often harsh for the young boy

Who has Asperger’s and depressing but that didn’t matter to him because today he could just relax and forget about school and the harsh treatment

And not having friends because today is Saturday and Saturdays are magical you just sit there with your sugary cereal in front of your TV with no worries that is the best medicine for a hard week thought the young boy however mother would often wake up and turn of his fun with a click of a button and hand him his journal which he was to put done on paper using a pencil and write his feelings down  Which to him was a constant remainder about his terrible school week which we would like to forget about which was the purpose of Saturday. cartons would to be put on hold breakfast would be unfinished and his feelings to be put down a piece of paper which was the constant remainder of his life and how he is different from the  rest of the kids

My week was ok I guess if being pushed into mud was fun and being called a pig was ok than I had an ok week, however I’m not looking forward to the next week I fear that I will never fit in at school that I will always be retreated as the kids call me, I hope that one day I well fell like I belong but right now I don’t feel like that I fell different and not smart I fell dumb and different I wish to have friends and have understanding but today and possible Monday I won’t have that but maybe someday I will. The young boy headed to his mother and give her the journal mother read it and give her son a hug the mother said “you will always be understood here as long as I live” the young boy didn’t know whether to cry or smile so he didn’t do ether but had a blank expression on his face as if being un sure of something his mother still hugging him then let go and said “I hope that one day someone will understand what people like us go through on a daily basis” as she was heading back to the TV and turned the TV on and set down to watch the only possible thing to forget and escape his reality                                           

© 2015 johnathon nichols


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