Dad was acting weird. Like really weird. I watched him throughout dinner. When he got up, I stared at him. I got up, but mom gave me a look. She wanted me to sit down. But I didn't. Dad went to the kitchen, and I followed. "Dad....why'd you look like that when Albie's babysitter said that?" I asked. He stared at the wall. "I don't know what your talking about." He said. He was gripping on his plastic spoon. And he was putting all his anger onto the spoon. It broke.
I went upstairs to my bedroom and sat on my bed feeling kinda like I was trapped. I know, stupid right? Why would I feel trapped? It's not like im....i
I can feel tears welling up in my eyes. I haven't cried in like, Forever. I tried to batter it away quickly, because I heard the shower stop running. Then I started rubbing my sweater against my face. I heard the bathroom door open and the close. Albie was humming the greatest, by sia. It seems to me that he's in love with the song. Albie's back is turned so I can only see his back. I tried to calm my sniffling by shoving my sweater in my face. "You okay?" Albie says. Im looking up now, and Albie's staring at me in the mirror. "You okay?" He asks again. "Your body's shaking." I looked away. "Are you crying, Lynn?" He asks. "No," I said. "I'm not." He takes some shirts and some of my pants and tries to try it on. "These shirts are too tight." He complained, as he jumped on my bed. He laid down, and pulled my arm. "Seriously, Lynn, are you crying?" "No." I said, I turned around a laid on my chest.
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RomanceLynn suffers from Tourette's Syndrome. It's a type of disease that makes a nervous system have like a disorder involving repetitive movements or unwanted sounds. He's been trying to fit in since he started school. His life has been an endless rolle...
