Andrew

Education

"Andy! Andy! Wake up! Education starts in twenty minutes!" my mom shakes me as she says the words.

Crap. I forgot. 8 whole hours of Education. I hate Education. Not only do all the other guys think I'm weird, Education is really boring. That is, when there's not a bunch of drama.

"Andy! Get dressed! You're going to be late!"

I roll out of bed, still exhausted.

Tying on my shoes, I notice my mother staring down at me. What's that expression on her face? Mad? Concerned? It's hard to tell. I guess that's the way it is for me, with the autism and all. It's always been hard to recognize faces.

"Andy, you'd better hurry. You don't want to be late for school for the third time in a week."

With my mind still foggy from sleeping, I stumble down the stairs into the eating room.

All the houses here are the same: the bedrooms are upstairs, then down a small, even set of stairs, there's the eating room and the sitting room. It's kinda nice how they're all alike. Nothing is different. I wish I was like that, always fitting in. Not being teased.

As I sit down at the table, I hear my mom call, "Honey, just eat your breakfast, ok? You don't have time to be messing around again."

I ignore her and start sorting my cereal anyways. The red ones go on the right, blue ones on the left, yellow ones at the top. It takes a while, but it's worth it. I like it when things are organized.

I've barely taken a few bites before I hear my mom sigh.

"Oh, Andy, I told you not to- well, never mind. You're going to be late."

I pick up my homework and shuffle to the door.

"Try not to get in trouble again, ok Andy?" my mom yells.

I don't try. But I guess it's going to happen again anyways.