When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder or OCD as many people call it, quiet doesn't exist in your vocabulary.
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Soon as she sat down from the seat across mine, everything in my mind went quiet. All the ticking sound and the refreshing of images every minute just disappeared.
She looked at me like I wasn't a freak or anything, she looked at me like I was one of the 'normals'.
"Hi. I'm Joey." She extended her hand across the table.
"Hi. I'm Noah - I'm Noah - I'm Noah." I said thrice, but I'm pretty sure she got my name the first time.
She laughed after that. I don't know why, maybe she find me amusing, I don't know.
"You know what Noah, you're cute. Like little baby pugs cute." She told me with a cheeky smile plastered on her face. The kind of smile that could make you go blind because she's beaming with happiness.
A laugh was all that my mouth gave away as a reply.
"So, Noah. What do you do in life? Do you like go to college or something?" She asked me. Her left eyebrow slightly higher than the other.
"Uh, I'm actually a college student at Woodwell. It's a 1 hour drive from Sherwood. What about you?" I asked her hoping we could keep this conversation going.
"I'm going to Oakridge, but I just got here today and honestly, I don't know where it is." She laughed at herself
"Oh so you're into arts and music? That's like the equivalent of Julliard in this place."
She huffs to clear the strands of hair that's covering her face. "Sort of." then smiles at me like a little kid.
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OCD
Short StoryObsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD): An anxiety disorder characterized by intrusive thoughts that produce uneasiness, apprehension, fear, or worry, by repetitive behaviors aimed at reducing the associated anxiety, or by combination of such obsessio...
