Hello yet again, I'm aware that this piece will probably be met with backlash because of what I've chosen to write about.
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Emory Katz is a sixteen year old Autistic teen girl struggling to fit in within her school and even at home early on her m...
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Yesterday was better then I had originally thought it would be, after talking about Monster Trucks with Bailey and having a little food I went home with Will and Sawyer telling Wren that'd I would see them at school today....Dad had dropped off a bag of my clothes and my drawing stuff as well as some of my favorite yarns and hooks, he had also dropped off my backpack.
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Will was sitting on the couch sipping on something from a coffee mug when I came downstairs in my black hoodie decorated with white stars and another pair of black leggings with my high tops, I had also done heavy eyeliner and black eyeshadow, Will was dressed in scrubs and his Adidas with an ID on a lanyard around his neck. "You ready to go?" He asked, I nodded; I wasn't verbal in the morning something of my old routine I was adamant about and Will seemed to understand. "Sawyer's going to pick you up and I'll be at the house tomorrow at four." He informed me as I pulled my seat belt on. "..Okay." I answered, Will drove the whole way to my school with same angry sounding music playing over the speakers.
He pulled up to the side of road and I got out of the car after grabbing my backpack and lunch Sawyer had made me the night prior. "Sawyer's gonna be a little late." He told me before driving off; I shouldered my bag and walked into the school....
(minor time skip to lunch)
I was sitting alone in a corner per usual picking at the salad that Sawyer had prepared me and looking at the fizzy liquid in the glass bottle. "Hmm, what are you?" I asked the bottle as if it was going to answer me, I ended up taking a sip and found I liked the fruity taste; the salad tasted average and the sandwich she had made was also good, while I was throwing my trash out which was half my sandwich and more then half of my salad after trying to suppress the urge to throw up thinking that I had slipped up and eaten something outside of what Mom told me I could, anyway I threw the food and empty bottle in the respective bins then started to go outside, Jude hadn't found me yet so I was jittery throughout the whole morning, I had decided to calm down a bit and go for a small walk around the school grounds for the last twenty minutes I had. While I was walking a lap around the sports field is when they struck. Jude flanked by Luca Armstrong and Micah Liberman blocked the door to the cafeteria. "Grab her." He commanded his bulldogs, I was grabbed and dragged underneath the bleachers. "Slam her," He decided and a split second later I was on the ground trying to suppress the urge to cry as the pain of having my back slammed against the metal support bar of the bleachers, I didn't want to start crying and let them know they'd already hurt me; Jude picked up a stick from underneath the large maple a yard or two away, "Sorry to burst your bubble freak but you'll never be considered normal." Jude spat as he brought the stick down across my lower back, my body shook as the beating continued until I was at the edge of consciousness. "Well me and the boys gotta split Emory, same time same place tomorrow?" He cackled as he kicked the side of my face before having Luca drag me to the center of the field, they left laughing leaving my broken form shaking on the grass.
