jace

"My name is jace Overton, and I have schizophrenia."

Mr. Stevenson stood from his desk, his eyes widening and surprise slapping him in the face as if he'd just discovered vibranium. "Wow, so you're a schizophrenic?"

My mom told me there were three kinds of people in the world: people that didn't care, people that cared enough, and people that cared too much. He was definitely the third type of person.

"No, I have schizophrenia. I am not a schizophrenic."

"Is there a difference?" 

I stared at him blankly, "I wouldn't have corrected you if there wasn't."

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jace is weird.

jace has a blunted affect, a knack for memorizing, and a strong attraction to a Pakistani girl named Elizabeth. He also has a distant father, an overbearing psychiatrist and two best friends that get him into situations (some of which end with his nose [and heart] being broken). He has a sister that's ten years his senior, daily medication, serious hatred for the color white and a mere four years to accomplish the following things:

1) Make his parents fall in love with each other again.

2) Make Elizabeth fall in love with him.

3) Get people to understand that he has schizophrenia, he is not a schizophrenic. The former is attached to an identity while the latter is a label.

A CampNaNoWriMo Novel