Little Mix as your moms (With Some Ships)

Autism Isn't Always Helpful (Requested but Altered)

Hi, I'm Evan Jamie William Oxlade-Chamberlain, the 13 year old and the eldest son of Alexander Mark David Oxlade-Chamberlain and Perrie Louise Oxlade-Chamberlain. I have a little brother named Scott Maxwell August Oxlade-Chamberlain who's 7.

Savant syndrome: Savant syndrome is a rare condition in which persons with various developmental disorders, including autistic disorder, have an amazing ability and talent. The condition can be congenital (genetic or inborn), or can be acquired later in childhood, or even in adults.

Evan's POV: Two things that you should know about me; 1 is that I'm autistic and have savant syndrome and 2 is that I am part of the 4 musketeers as we like to call ourselves. We have been best friends since nursery as our mams are all best friends, it consists of me, James Tobias Matthew Stephens, who's the 14 year old son of Jordan and Jade Stephens, Harley Miles Damian + Holden Marley Daniel Gray whom are 13 year old identical twins of André and Leigh-Anne Gray.

Today is the first day of Year 9 and us boys have mixed emotions about school ztarting up again. James loves school, Harley and Holden don't mind it but I just really hate it.
"Alright, boys have a good first day back at school." Auntie Leigh tells us as we all get out of the car. We open up the boot and grab our rucksacks before Auntie Leigh drives off.
"First day of Year 9, guys! This year is gonna be so epic cause we're all in the same form now!" James enthusiastically states, smiling his butt off.
"It's alright, I guess. Mum said that this year, we need to start focusing on our work 'cause we are starting our GCSE's next year." The younger Gray, Holden tells us, assertively.

"You alright, Evan?" Harley asks me, poking my shoulder. I look at him and nod.
"Just a little tired, honestly." I half lie to him, mam and dad were up fighting but it's not really a big deal but I was up half the night worrying about their relationship potentially falling apart. "Nothing to really worry about."

In Maths, Period 1: Me, James and Harley have Maths together and also sit together which is quite lucky because we help each other a lot. Holden is the smartest out of us 4 so he's in the next set.
"Good morning, all of you." Our new teacher walks in, swinging a ruler back and forth. "My name is Miss Abbott and I'll be your mathematics teacher for this year, now I have some rules:
1. When I'm talking, no one else should be talking
2. Do all of your homework and bring it in on time
3. You respect me and I'll respect you
4. Passing notes is a form of communication and therefore if it falls under my first rule.
Now if you can follow these rules, then we will be just fine but not will result in house points and detentions. Do I make myself clear?" She booms across the classroom making us all nod. "Phenomenal, now one more point, some of you may have older brother and sisters or may have had me before and have been told that I'm a strict teacher... I am normally a very nice teacher but if you don't follow one of the rules, I can be quite strict. Now, you have new books so get a pen out and write the normal."

The book is dropped on my table and I write what I'm told quite quickly. I may have autism but I do my work, if I understand it.
"Evan Oxlade-Chamberlain
9THI
Maths
Miss Abbott
Room 129" I say to myself out loud before opening to the first page and patiently wait for every one else to catch up.

"Alright, let's get on... I'm suspecting that you went over this in Year 8 but we are gonna revisit it, probability. Can somebody tell me what that is?" Miss Abbott announces, pointing towards the board. I raise my hand and get called on.
"Probability is the branch of mathematics concerning numerical descriptions of how likely an event is to occur, or how likely it is that a proposition is true. The probability of an event is a number between 0 and 1, where, roughly speaking, 0 indicates impossibility of the event and 1 indicates certainty." I describe in thorough detail, shocking everybody, my special interest just so happens to be mathematics and as I also have savant syndrome, this helps a lot.

"Very impressive, Evan." She compliments me. "Where did you learn that?"
"I have autism and savant syndrome and the thing that I have a great knowledge just so happens to be in mathematics." I tell her, making her smile.
"How much do you know about maths then?" She challenges me, playfully.
"Give me any question about maths and I'll know it." I reply, confidently.
"Alright, who wants to see how much Evan knows about Maths?" Miss asks the class and they all raise their hands. I smile and get invited to the front of the classroom.
"I'm gonna give you some maths definitions and I want you to define them." She tells me and I nod.

"What is pi?"

"Pi is the ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter. In other words, pi equals the circumference divided by the diameter (π = c/d). Conversely, the circumference of a circle is equal to pi times the diameter (c = πd)"

"What is radius?"

"A line segment extending from the center of a circle or sphere to the circumference or bounding surface."

"What is loci?"

"A line drawn to cut another line or angle in half is a bisector. The path of a point that moves according to a certain rule is a locus. The plural of locus is loci."

(A little bit of maths stuff for ya)

"Very impressive, young man!" She compliments me as I retake my seat. "I'll be sending a text home later."

Period 2 History: I arrive in the same class last year, now for a bit of context, Mr. Elliott, my history teacher is really abelist and never has believed that I'm autistic, just calling me dumb and a idiot.
"Alright, file in everybody." The teacher says, waving us into the room. "Let's get onto the lesson!"

"Now, Oxlade-Chamberlain what is the answer to question 3?" He asks me, pointing to the board, half way through the lesson. James tries to whisper me the answer but the teacher catches him and tells him off.
"I don't know the answer, sir." I nervously reply and he scoffs at me.
"Are you seriously that dumb, Evan?" He begins to interrogate me. "We went over this during the first section! Whatever, James, what's the answer?" Chris answers correctly and I feel a bit offended that Mr. Elliott was still the same as last year.
"Evan, it's alright, dude." Harley whispers to me, comfortingly as I begin to get stimulated. I grab my stimlatory toy out of my bag and keep my mind off the incident.

"Evan put that away and focus on the work, boy!" The teacher yells, making me more stimulated. James then stands up for me. "Sir, please don't shout at him, he has autism and gets overstimulated easily."
"No such thing, it's just a excuse for stupidness." My teaches scoffs, rudely. "In my 12 years of teaching, I had never heard all these pointless excuses such as dyslexia for terrible spelling and handwriting, ADHD for not listening and constantly fiddling with whatever is in their hands, depression for laziness and now autism for being a complete and utter twat." I just sit there, listening to him and all these lies escaping his permanent coffee breath mouth.

I just sit back in my chair as the day drags on and on, 3:30 pm rolls around and mam picks us up.
"Hey, lads. How was school today?" Mam inquires to which the other three share their positive day where I just decide to stay silent. Mam obviously notices this as when we drop James off at home.
"Are you alright, buddy?" She asks me as we arrive into our driveway. "You seem a lot more different than this morning..."

"Don't bother worrying mam." I reply, emotionless before heading up to my room and not coming out til further notice.