My name is Albert. I like spaghetti and I don't like the color red. Green is my Favorite Color. Most kids don't like me, they think I am different. But really I am just like all of you.
My name is Albert Green, Albert is English and means "wise and noble". I live in a gray house. My dog, Penny is a corgi. My mom's name is Sharon, which is Hebrew, and is a type of flower, "the rose of Sharon." I like spaghetti a lot and the color red makes me sad. Some kids don't like me.
I have Mild Autism. That is what Dr. Kuss said. She is a nice lady, she smells like flowers, and gives me stickers that are from the movie Cars. I like that movie.
It is raining a lot, which makes me sad. Also Mother won't get home until late because of her new job at Macy's. Mother lost her old job recently, the place she was working at closed down. The phone rings. It startles Penny, who jumps off the brown couch I am sitting on. She runs into the other room. I answer it. "Hi honey, how are you doing?" Mother's sweet voice rings through the silver phone.
"I am well. Penny got scared by the telephone ringing." I say.
"Oh, well, keep her comfortable because there is supposed to be a thunderstorm and you know how she gets. Want me to bring home spaghetti from Marino's?" I love Marino's. It is the Italian eatery mother and I go now and again. I consider the question carefully.
"Yes please. Thank you Mother."
"Okay sweetie, see you in about an hour, okay?"
I am quiet for a minute. "Okay."
Penny jumps onto my lap as I get out my Creative Book because that is what I do when I am bored. In my Creative Book I have puzzles, a drawing area, and things to color. I will finish my kitty that I started. I am coloring a white cat with pink paws. I sit on my brown couch coloring my white kitty with pink paws. I am almost done when I hear the door open behind me. It is Mother, with a large brown paper bag in her hand. The whole house smells like Marino's. Mother takes the boxes out of the brown paper bag and sets them on the red kitchen table. Penny stares up at mother, wanting my spaghetti. Too bad for her, it is my spaghetti.
We sit down, and I eat my food fast. "Woah woah woah, slow down there kiddo, or else you're going to choke!" she jokes. Mother and I converse and eat our dinner. When I am finished Mother tells me to take a bath and hop into bed. I follow her instructions, and crawl into my bed, with my dinosaur pajamas on. Kids at school tell me I can not wear dinosaur pajamas anymore, I turn sixteen in four months and three days. I do not know why they tell me this, I like my pajamas, and they are my pajamas. Those kids will not wear them, so it should not matter to them.
Today is Saturday. I like school, if it were not for those kids I would like it even more. I am in the tenth grade, but I am in a special class. I am in a class with Jodie Bell, Nicholas Stewart, Libby Campbell, Terry Atkins and Genevieve Walt. She does not like the name Genevieve. She likes to be called Ginny. I learned this the hard way. She squished my hand when I called her that. It hurt. The teachers told her not to do that anymore. The kids not in a special class make me sad. They make fun of me. Their names are John, Carson and Thomas. I wish they would go away. Sometimes I want to punch them, but Mother tells me not to hurt anyone ever. Or make them feel small, and even if they do it to me, it is because they are jealous. Jealousy is when you want something someone else has and you don't. I can not hate them, I need to forgive them and just understand they are feeling jealousy again. I hope they don't bother me on Monday.
Hello everyone! What do you think? I hope you like it! For those who need to correct me on the information I put in this book, feel free because I am finding it extremely hard to write about this topic considering I have no real - life experiences with people with autism and disorders that fall on the autism spectrum. But I will try to post another chapter soon.
-Shannon
P.S: a pic of Penny, just for fun. I wish I had a corgi, I have a (Britney)Spaniel :) But nonetheless I love my puppy, corgi or not.
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