Ruby

Not mine -.-

Tyler's groans filled the car the whole drive to the support group, he simply didn't want to go. He'd rather be at home where he can stick to his schedule of spending most of his time reading and writing poetry. Knowing that his mom secretly organized this support group for him made Tyler feel unsafe. He wasn't following his schedule so he had to quickly make a new one before they left to go into the car making sure he spent 6 minutes on the schedule to clarify everything was going smoothly.

"Tyler, honey. Please stop groaning. You made your schedule." His mother looked over at Tyler with a wide eyed glare.

"I don't want to go. I don't like new people."

"I know you don't like new people but how will you survive when you're older if you don't learn to interact?"

Tyler looked at his mother. "Easy. I will go to college and then get a room on the campus but hopefully I won't get a roommate because that means I'd have to make friends with them so maybe I can talk to the people at the college to see if I can get a room for myself and I'll take my books so I can read poetry all day and also my notebook so I can write poetry too."

His mother learned to keep up with Tyler's words ever since he learnt to talk however she was slightly concerned for other people trying to stay caught up with whatever Tyler is babbling on about. He had a passion for poetry which is odd for someone with Asperger's Syndrome since the most common interest includes logic but then again Tyler was always different.

The car pulled up in front of the Columbus Community Centre where Tyler said goodbye to his mother and walked into the entrance.

"Sorry I seem to be 3 minutes late. There was a lot of traffic on the way here." Tyler mentioned to the receptionist. His chest already felt tight but he was trying his best to speak clearly and trying not to groan.

The receptionist looked up at Tyler with a friendly smile. "It's fine, they haven't started yet so go on through."

"Thank you."

There was a room filled with 13 people. 1 adult and 12 other teenagers around Tyler's age, the adult has light brunette hair almost like chestnut that was slicked back with a single strand hanging on his forehead. He was wearing a lanyard that says 'STAFF' on it, Tyler felt slightly more safe knowing there was an adult in charge because he trusted adults.

"Alright everybody, take a seat. We have an extra participant with us today so welcome him with open arms."

Tyler was confused because no one opened their arms. He scanned his eyes and his mind focused onto the person with vibrant red hair, which was Tyler's favourite colour. The only empty seat was next to the red haired boy so Tyler sat down with his eyes still fixed on the red hair poking out of the boy's snapback. He analysed him more to find a giant patch of scarring that went down the left side of his neck hid behind the red haired boy's arm. Tyler tried to think of the word when you don't like something about yourself that he once read in a poem. Insecure? Yeah. He was insecure about his scar. Tyler knew this meant he shouldn't talk about it.

"Red is my favourite colour. Mom tells me it's because I get angry a lot but I don't even get that angry very often. Only when she turns the TV on too loud and when she mixes my food together on my plate because I won't eat my food if they are touching and Dad gets angry at me and he says it doesn't matter but I think it does."

The boy returned a smile. "You sure do talk a lot." His voice was soft but Tyler thought how could it be soft? He can't touch his voice.

"I always have a lot to say. Mom says I talk too fast sometimes so I try not to talk fast so people can understand me." Tyler kept scanning the boy's hair and became confused.