The Things that make us Different

*Chapter One*

"Hayln, stop looking at your phone and start packing! We only have 30 minutes until we have to take you to the bus stop!" I hear my mother yell at me, looking at me through my door with an exasperated and tired expression on her face. My mother was what you could call beautiful: Long, straight, caramel hair, with golden strands that seemed to radiate in the sun, always tucked nicely into a neat bun on top of her head, sky blue eyes that are always full of love when she looks at her 3 children, and smooth, porcelain skin that reminded you of an untouched china doll. Although, right now her hair was going all over the place in her less than perfect, neat bun, which has now been demoted to a messy bun. Lorelei was her name; her name was even beautiful. My sister, Megan, looked almost exactly like our mother, except for her olive skin tone, which belonged to my father. My father, Charles, and my brother, Lucas, could have almost been mistaken as twins, alas for the age difference, which included my father's oncoming wrinkles. Both of them had the olive skin, blonde hair, stunning green eyes, chiseled features, and charming personalities that made woman and girls alike swoon. I, however, I was different than all of them. While my sister looked like my mother, and my brother resembled my father in more ways than one, I had brown hair that barely looked anything like my mother's beautiful caramel hair. And while her's was straight and shiny, mine looked like a bird had put it's nest on my head. No matter how many times I tried to brush it, my hair never co-operated for anything. My eyes were dark brown. Nothing special like any one else in my family. The only thing I shared with my family was my mother's porcelain skin, and even then, I had extreme breakouts that made it look completely red sometimes. Neither did I gain my families beautiful, dentist approved smiles. my bottom teeth were a more crooked than my Uncle Davie, and I had quite the large gap between my two front teeth, which sometimes gave me a lisp. I was also rather short for my age, being about 5'2 and a half. But although I was a freaking munchkin, my weight served as a problem. I was weighing on about 200-230 pounds. I normally don't eat that much, and I walk to and from school everyday, but the main reason for my weight gain, was the medication I was put on for my...illness.

I was just diagnosed with Tourette's Syndrome in my Junior year of high school, and the amount of medications that I've been put on seem to either work really well for a short period of time before crapping out, or, they can not work at all and give me side effects such as weight gain, and a lot of times, paranoia. I've always been an anxious child, but now I have to check every corner of my room in case somebody put up a hidden camera and are watching me right now.There are also the co-morbid side effects that occur with the disorder, such as anxietyy, depression, OCD, ADD, ADHD, and so many more. With Tourette's, at least for me, I tick by hitting the wall, hitting my self, and popping my bones foot and fingers constantly. For vocal ticks, however, instead of saying the nasty words, I have to emit a high pitched squeak, and I have to drag my breath a lot. My vocal ticks can change in less than a couple days; from squeaking, to rolling my tongue, I just have to make some kind of involuntary movement or sound. At school, I had gotten bullied for sounding like a mouse, to sounding like a horse. kids can be so cruel sometimes. Even adults, who are too ignorant to research the neurological disorder, can make me feel like I'm a piece of trash on the side of the road. So, my mother and father, who are too worried about not being seen as perfect, are sending me to some crappy institution for kids with problems like mine.

My mother leaves the opening of my room and continues to scurry around the house, making sure I didn't forget a single thing. In my mind, I'm trying to come up with what I need to pack, but I might have gotten distracted and wanted to play some music. What? can you blame me? I love music. Having other stimuli helps me concentrate on the subject at hand sometimes. I put on one of my favorite songs, and try to get to packing, all while letting out a small squeak every 5 to 10 seconds. I find myself wondering what this place is going to be like. Is it going to be like school? Or maybe more like a prison, if there's even a difference.

Author's Note

Wow, lol, that took a lot of time to write. mainly this was just me explaining the characters, and what exactly Tourette's Syndrome. I myself have Tourette's, and it is not any walk in the park. That's why I wanted to write a story about somebody with the disorder to try and fit in. Well, I better wrap this up. Buh Bye for now! I hope you enjoyed Chapter One of The Things that make us Different!