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Autumn is one of those very nice people that is very understanding. That's once you get to know her. Before that she is normally pretty rude. I met her one day earlier this year because of a project and by the end of it, we had already had 2 sleepovers. Some people probably think that a boy/girl sleepover is inappropriate but it isn't in our opinion, or our parents. She's my only friend. I don't care honestly.
She was born in the fall and that's why her name is Autumn. Many people make fun of her name and she just glares at them. She doesn't normally care about much, except for people teasing me or her. I get teased because of my diagnosis. People ask why Hazel's name is Hazel. She doesn't have Hazel eyes or anything, it's a long story actually. I'll tell it soon. Anyways Autumn has bright green eyes and dark brown hair. She always has headphones in her ears, unless she's in class. She sat down beside me. "Mr. Plotter is very unusually mad. What happened?" She said staring at Hazel. Hazel shrugged. "He said some bad things about Owen, you and me. That's not okay with me so I did something about it." Autumn looked pleased. She always does that type of stuff. She is the most confident person I have ever met. She pulled off her backpack and got out her iPad. "Do we need to write a I can statement in here?" She said. Hazel looked around. "Heck no. This is us three learning in the most creative way possible." She slammed her hand down on the table and picked it up slowly. She was shaking it so clearly that didn't help her.
Autumn looked at me.
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Hazel's name and it's story.
This is a long one so you might want to sit back and relax. Hazel doesn't have Hazel eyes. She doesn't. But when she was born. Something happened. My mom was pregnant with her at 19. She birthed her at 20. So my mom is 39. She would be. Anyways, Hazel was in my mothers arms when there was a loud sound. A loud and horrible sound. Like in the movies when a loud sound happens and you hear a cats meow. That's how my mother had explained it to dad. She asked the nurse to go see what was going on. My mother was concerned. She's one of those gentle people who can be overprotective when she is unsure of what is there. When the man walked in, the person who had got rammed into by a medical car, my mothers jaw dropped. There was blood all over his skin. He was basically red all over. Except for one part. One innocent Hazel leaf was attached to his jeans. My dad has that leaf framed. It's somewhere special now. But about a year after she had birthed Hazel, she died. A sickness I can't pronounce properly. But my father can. That leaf that is framed is right above my fathers grave. The thing is my mother and my father had never gotten married. They just fell magically in love throughout that last year. The worst part is my dad was going to propose to her the day after she passed. That ring box is also above the grave. My mom had given him a chain necklace which is above my fathers grave where he lays right next to her. He died when I was 8 years old. 4 years ago. He was a drunk driver. I thought it was all my fault because he started drinking when I was born, from my step mother. The whole reason I don't call her my mom is because she didn't pick out my name. My mother did before she died. Well sorta, my mom had a list of all the names she adored. So I'm Owen Jr. After my dad.
I live with my step mom, Hazel and I both. She's really nice and all but sometimes I wish I had my mom.
Just sometimes.
