Firefly ~ Larry Stylinson {One Shoot}

Firefly

Harry wasn't a normal guy.At all.He had Asperger Syndrome.It's like autism, but this is a bit weird.The ones who have it are very intelligent.Not as you might think, their minds are three times bigger.They can solve the largest equation in minutes, discover the most difficult things in the world.People as Newton, Einstein, Beethoven and Mozart had it, too.But there's some things that they can't do.For us, they're the easiest, but in their case, they aren't.

People who have Asperger Syndrome can't talk to other people or hang out with them.Everyone who have it, most of the time lives in their world.They often focus on for example a toy and probably they will be looking at it for hours.If for example a box that contains hundreds of pieces of papers falls off to the floor, with only a look they can tell how many of them are.

Harry was one of them.Of this spectacular people.Their parents discovered it an afternoon, when he was with two boys in his house.He spent most of the day looking at a t-shirt.That night Anne, Harry's mother, called his doctor and he asked them to go to the hospital the next morning.They did, and when he and another doctors made some tests, the syndrome was revealed.Harry's parents couldn't believe it.It were hard times for them.

He had a psychologist once a week and sometimes twice, too.It depended on how was him that days.

He went to Holmes Chapel Comprehensive School.It was a normal school and the students were normal, too.Because, in fact, Harry was a normal boy.He was just different than the others.

His passion was drawing.His mother used to take him to an Art Club and he loved it.He felt like he could express himself there and also he could forget about the world, just with a paper and a pencil he was happy.

"C'mon sweetie," Anne, Harry's mother said while he was sleeping.He opened his eyes and realized that the day was beginning.Afterwards, he got up and he went to the bathroom.It was a lovely day in Holmes Chapel, windy and not too cold.

"Here you have," said his mother when they were sitting at the table for breakfast and Anne gave him a plate of yoghurt with cereals.All that Gemma, Harry's sister, could thought was when will their mother treat him normal.She used to say sweeties things at him and she always wanted to gave him whatever he wanted but only with Harry, not with her.And this was disgusting her so much because the only difference between her brother and her was that the first one had an intelligence so big that nobody would believe it.

Anyway, the breakfast finished with the feelings and thoughts of the three of them.

Harry arrived three minutes before the teacher came.He told himself to be more responsible and that he'll wake up earlier the next day.

The class was bored.Very bored.Biology, and he hated it.

At the break, Harry took his sandwich and he went to a table to eat it, as always.He had a routine and if something weird happened the fact that he had to break it made him go crazy.Routine, another quality of Asperger Syndrome.

"Hi bro," said Liam and he sat with him.Harry nodded."How were your classes?"

"Boring," was all he said.If there was a possibility to use a gesture for every questions that people asked, he used them, and it was a symptom of the syndrome, too.

"I bet that if in Wednesdays you had Theatre you would love your morning," and Harry moved his head to show he were right."What will you do this afternoon?"