Omniscient
This morning, the kids all got driven to school by Onika. She kisses them each in the cheek or the forehead before telling them to apply themselves and behave and most of all learn. India was second to last out because she had to check through her back one last time for the 5th time to make sure she had everything then she headed towards her home room.
She and Zahir have 3 out of 7 classes on their schedule together. She keeps him in check in class more than half of the time. He usually shares drawings of cartoons and such with his friends.
India was having a great day until one of the wannabe basket hall players dunked on her and gave a lame ass 'oops', this caused her to run into the bathroom stall and stim for a while. And they weren't the good kind.
She's in a stall rocking back and forth heel to toe and scratching her backpack strap. It calms her down eventually good enough that she finally leaves the stall and goes to class. The teacher excuses her, knowing her disability and she gets right in with learning happily.
India has a secret notebook with multiple entries. It's nearly filled to the brim.
She writes some things in them as she sinister the worksheet her teacher handed out.
Then it's 4th period eventually, the longest period of the day.
She writes about her moms and how they love and care about her and how she loves and cares about the both of them too. She talks about how much she doesn't know how to feel about Bryony's two-facedness. She doesn't know how to feel about her twin brother who is a gentle kid and yet so irresponsible with his own self.
She doesn't understand why she stays up at night because she hears his window creaking open ever so slightly along with some whispers. And then Zahir shows her things that he got overnight. He says Santa but India isn't dumb. It's not December yet.
She doesn't like when people toy with her intelligence. She is more aware than many accredit her for being.
"India."
It's dismissal time now and she heads towards the car rider lane where her mama is. She's first in the car this time so she gets the front passenger seat.
"Hello, my love!"
She hugs her mama and leans over the car seat too much she accidentally kicks the horn. India exclaims at it and kicks it again, loving it.
"Hey mama."
"You had a good day, Chile?"
"Yeah."
"Mama loves you."
"Me too."
Her siblings pile into into the car soo after and India almost gets hit in the face with Bryony's basketball that her friend threw into the car and she failed to catch.
"Careful with them damn balls!" Nicki scolds.
"I'm careful, mama. Hi by the way."
They all greet eachother. Now that they are not around the rules of the school anymore, India takes her noise cancelling headphones and rests them on her head right as her siblings start getting loud.
She rocks back and forth a bit to calm herself and Nicki rubs her back.
"I know they're annoying my love. Guess what though."
"What?"
"Mom and I bought food from the food court and we got your chicken. It was empty today so we decided to swing by."
India let's out a happy hum then slows her rocking until she's tappiher fingers in the glass quietly and closing her eyes to the loud ass sounds her siblings make.
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Jazmine is in her bedroom, chillin', like they always do and everything. Jazmine paints her nails as they both talk.
India knows she's got a boyfriend. This guy named King. Makes her sister happy. She thinks their high school sweethearts. He brings her flowers personally whenever he can and it makes India smile and get quite jealous. She can't wait for someone to be that crazy about her one day.
"What are you thinking about?"
"What?"
"You're picking on your eyebrows."
India just shrugs.
"What?"
"Nothing."
Jazmine finishes painting her nails. Suddenly the air gets hot and she wants Jazmine to finish up very fast but Jazmine is only two nails away from being done.
"Okay-- okay!"
"I'm done I'm tired."
"Two more."
Jazmine coats them thinly then lets her sister go.
"You okay?"
India nods. She just doesn't like being around people really because they always wanna be up on her.
Jazmine lightly takes both of her hands without permission and blows on them to get them to dry faster. Bryony is so impatient that she's used the blow dryer on them on the lowest setting.
"King?"
Jazmine smirks up a storm, "What about him?
India makes an animated thinking face.
"You guys gonna get married and have babies and give it to me?"
Jazmine laughs, "No sister, but he did..."
India doesn't know about sec so Jazmine stops there. India hates how Jazmine leaves certain details out.
"Tell me!"
"I can't! But he tells you hi."
India smiles again. King has a brother with cerebral palsy who is about the same age as India but he goes to a school specifically for disabled kids because they provide him with better physical therapy there. India met him once and they are pretty good associates. India only met him that one time though and hasn't spoken to him again much after.
Jazmine hears her phone ring and excuses herself. India sits on her bed awkwardly with her fingers spread wide. After she believes the polish is dry she grabs a pencil.
She kinda wants to spend her free time writing now.
India writes quickly like she's on a damn time limit.
Jazz is worried I can tell she is.
Did that boy say something? If he did I wanna fight him.
Jazz is the only one in this family other than both moms, that I can bare to be around. She's gentle and cares a lot. She could be a great nurse or doctor or just in general work with kids.
I'm feeling happy in my room and writing. I think I wanna write a book but I'm very scared and am afraid it won't really be read or respected. I enjoy writing, it's how I keep from annoying myself.
Mom and mama are so in love everyday and that makes me happy. Mama cooked lemon cupcakes for the family and I helped and mom looked so happy with the both of us but mostly mama. Mama cooks very well and her cooking heals.
Mom's cooking kills. She's burned every one of our arms at some point. It hurts in the morning but is a point of laughter later.
Robyn came over the other day when I was home sick. I didn't overhear the conversation, but I know Jazmine doesn't like her. She's pretty and nice though.
I'm happy writing in my notebook.
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I hope I'm doing India's character justice. Will be doing as much research as I can as someone who isn't autistic but is neurodivergent.
