No Matter What - Part 1

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  • Published: 13 Jun 2015
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George is diagnosed with Asperger syndrome, a type of Autism. He has been going to a boy's boarding school since he was seven. The other boys bully him, and he can't control his emotions properly.

One day he meets the strange and mysterious Sam, the only boy he's really ever known who doesn't tease him or try to make him angry. So what will happen when George starts to fall for this wonderful and distant boy?

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13. George

I peel my eyes open and look up into the sky. My first thought: Sam! My second thought: I didn’t think my bed was this small. My third thought: why can I see stars? Then it all comes back to me, crashing down like suffocating waves. My head is banging and I try not to think of anything but Sam. Where is he? Did he carry me here? Is this his sleeping bag? WHERE IS HE? I sit up to smell a delicious scent creeping across the night air. My mouth waters and I realise I haven’t eaten in hours. What time is it? When did I leave school? How long have I been sleeping? I crawl across the grass to get to the food. I open the flask and grab a fork. I didn’t know Sam was such a good cook! He makes amazing spaghetti and bolognaise sauce! I hope he won’t mind that I’ve eaten his food. I was so hungry I completely forgot that it might not have been for me. Whoops.

                I see Sam jogging up the slope and a wave of relief washes over me. His hands are soft yet calloused, with tapering fingers and squared off nails. Dirt is caked underneath them. The eyes sparkle cautiously. His soft, red lips are a contrast to the pallor of his skin. Some of the burden has lifted. He comes over, looking nervous and I wonder what the matter is. I start trying to explain about last night, but Sam isn’t listening. He takes me by the hand and pulls me along. I try to apologise for the food, but he waves it away. I let myself be pulled along, my heart feeling heavier. Something’s wrong. I’m sure of it.

                When he arrives at a certain place (it has no meaning to me, it’s just another bit of field) he goes behind me and closes his hands over my eyes. I struggle but then his voice is in my ear, whispering, soothing. I take step after step, wondering where they’re taking me. Finally Sam stops and tips my head down. I can feel from the place we’re standing that we’re at the top of a hill. Slowly, Sam lifts his hands off my eyes. I look down and see lots of branches grouped in four shapes. One looks like a ‘G’, the next like an ‘I’, the next like an ‘R’, and the final one like an ‘L’. I finally realise what Sam’s written. I turn my head and see Sam’s face worried, scared of… me. I now see the slight bump in the chest and realise why I never saw Sam in anything but a baggy t-shirt. He’s a she. Sam. She.

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