The new neighborhood, a fresh start. That's What her mom has always said, but Kirstin wasn't sure.
It seemed it was just a new group of people to push her out. That was why she usually just kept to herself. She would rather be lonely than betrayed.
Sighing, she found her way to her first class, English, wonderful.
Kirstin was always good at writing, it was really one of her favorite activities. When she wrote things, no one ever had to know it was her. They couldn't look at her problems and balms them on her, they just had to sit and let the words sink in.
It was really the only way to make people listen.
The brunette looked around the classroom, eyeing a spot in the back. No one was sitting next to it, so she wouldn't have to worry about the noise level.
The noise was one of the many things that could overwhelm her sensory system. Such as touch, smells, and just about everything normal people could handle. Maybe she was the freak people told her she was.
"Alright, class! Today, we have a new student, Kirsten Maldanado." Kirstie winced at the mispronounced name.
"Kirsten, could you please introduce yourself?
Taking a shaky breath, she stood from her seat.
"Umm, m-my name is Kirstin, actually. I moved here to Texas," she whispered quietly. The teacher just assumed she was shy and let her sit back down. A few minutes into the lecture, something about grammar that she wasn't really following, the door opened a bit and a boy stepped inside.
He sure didn't look like a boy.
The teen was pretty tall, just under 6'. He had dark curly hair pulled up into a neat bun with matching a matching beard. That wasn't what really caught her attention.
Striking, green eyes. Green eyes that radiated warmth and hope.
"You're late, Avriel," The teacher, Mrs. Beson, shook her head disappointingly. "You're almost never late. What happened?"
"Car trouble, ma'am." The shockingly deep voice boomed.
"Alright. Take your seat, please." The woman sighed. The boy, Avriel, nodded, walking to the seat next to her.
Please don't talk to me, please don't talk to me. Please-
"Psst." He whispered to grab her attention quietly. She glanced over.
Deep breathes, Kirstie.
"Y-yes?" Her voice came out softer than expected.
"I don't think I know you, are you new here?" He raised an eyebrow quizzically.
"Uh-Yeah. I am." The girl replied.
"It's nice to meet you, I'm Avi." He smiled brightly. This kid was making her slightly uncomfortable. Back in Texas, everyone hated her, no one was ever this nice.
"Kirstie." The brunette mumbled back apprehensively. The seemingly older teen smiled, making light conversation until the bell had signaled their dismissal.
Kirstin waited until most people had filed out. The hallway was so loud, was it really worth being late. After all, it's her first day, so they're bound to give her a pass.
"Hey, Kirstie!" The deep voice called out to her, making her jump slightly.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. You weren't going to your next class, so I wanted to check on you." He smiled.
"Loud." She whispered, hands covering her ears to block out noise. She could feel it coming. Every noise, smell, and touch blended into one, giant overload. Kirstin rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet.
What surprised her was that Avi didn't call her a freak and leave. He stayed with her.
"Oh, I'm sorry Kirstie. I'll wait with you until it dies down." He promised. When he tried to touch her back she flinched away.
"Sorry." She blushed.
"No, it's my fault. I should have asked." He smiled sweetly.
"I know you think I'm a freak." She whispered, but he seemed to hear, as to be a frown.
"I'm autistic. So, I can handle the load things. I get it if you don't want to talk to me anymore." She whimpered. This was how it always happened. Just when she thought she had finally found a friend, someone that would sit with her, they learned of her issues and abandoned her.
"Oh, okay. That just makes you unique. The halls cleared out. I'll walk you." He offered a comforting smile as he gently took her schedule from her hand.
"B-but, I'm broken?" She whimpered. That's what kids had always said. She was always, loser, freak, weirdo, not unique.
"Not to me." Avi had a frown deep set on his face. Who would say something like that to her?
"Come, on. Let's Go." he gently took her hand, reading her schedule.
"We have science together." He smiled.
Kirstie was in shock. Did she actually have a friend?
The next few days in class the two got to know each other. Kirstin took notice of Avi's goofy super frown and love of barbeque. She laughed when he tried to convince her dragons are real.
"They are!" He chuckled. "Dragons are my friends!"
And Avi took notice of Kirstie's adorable half smile and sweet nature. She loved puppies and seemed really happy to be his friend. She may have been a bit jumpy, but she was one of the most cutest people he had ever met.
They spent a few weeks getting to know one another, and Kirstie was amazing to him. Everything about her made him smile.
Why did anyone ever say she was broken? If only they had gotten to know the loving girl he did.
YOU ARE READING
Kirstin Maldanado moved into town to escape bullying. She was always different from other kids, because of her autism. Surprisingly to her, not only does she make three amazing friends, but also a boy that may be a little more.