No Matter What - Part 1

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  • Published: 13 Jun 2015
  • Updated: 17 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?


3. Sam

I lead the strange boy to my fire, we introduce ourselves and I scrabble around in my bag. I eventually find what I’ve been looking for, but I don’t show him yet. I throw wood on the fire and tell him my story, showing the pictures of my life.

                “I started out as a happy child, laughing and playing all day long, but when I went to school, everything changed. I hated school, because it took me away from all my old friends, the ones I’d played with until I was seven. When my life broke apart. Before that, I’d been a traveller, going up and down the country, being home-schooled by my father. I started rebelling, changing my ways, losing track of who I used to be. I hated my parents for dragging me away. Before long, teachers got tired of me and I was expelled. I have been expelled many times over the years. Finally, last year, I decided I’d had enough. I expect you are the same. I ran away, and I can tell you this, it’s the worst mistake I’ve ever made. I’m lonely, lost, tired, hungry and empty. No one to hug me and say it’s all right. No one to love. Nowhere called home.” My heart breaks again.

                “So, no,” I finish, putting the pictures away, “you are not running away. Even if I have to torture you to find out where you’re from and drag you back, I will do it. You cannot run away.”

                “I’ll sneak out,” He replies confidently, “Tomorrow night.”

                “I’ll be watching.” I warn. I can see he’s annoyed, nearly at breaking point.

                “Fine,” he snarls, “but only if I can see you each night.” I gasp, a tiny, sharp intake of breath. No one has ever asked to see me again, usually I mess up big time.

                “Sure…” My voice is shaky. I hope he doesn’t notice.

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