Visiting hours start at 1:00, lady with soft brown hair comes at 1:17, other people come at 1:42.
It's 1:19 right now. That makes her 2 minutes late. This is her 100th time late, out of 724 days. People like the number 100, I like that number too.
I like what everyone else likes. I eat sweets because a lot of people like them, but I don't eat too much because I secretly don't like them. Don't tell her that. Don't tell the lady with the soft brown hair that. She wants me to be normal, and like things that everyone else likes.
She doesn't know that I can't be normal, because everyone else's definition of normality is different.
I'm too smart to be normal.
I really am.
I can count things quickly.
Therefore, I can calculate things quickly.
Therefore, I can do maths quickly.
Therefore, I'm smart.
But don't tell her that, don't tell the lady with the soft brown hair that. Don't tell her that I am smart. Don't tell anyone that. If you tell someone else that, then they will tell the lady with the soft brown hair that.
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Cassidy
Teen FictionCassidy is a peculiar girl. She has her own belief system, and likes to keep things orderly. What happens if things do not go in the order she likes? --------------------------------------- All written by a mediocre author
