Chapter 1 Jennifer. Jenny. The one you expect to be the most popular girl. The person you want to be the most popular girl. The person you always wanted but could never have. Yeah, that Jenny. Dark brown hair. Mid length to her shoulders. Pale green eyes. Vibrant, as if she was glow in the dark. Small but large light pink lips. Heart shaped face. Chubby cheeks. What more could I possibly add? Her beautiful and rambunctious personality? Her will to always help people, no matter who? Or maybe how her nose is far out from her face. With a little point at the end. Adorable, in every way. And then.. The problem. Jennifer was autistic. Sometimes.. When people think of autism.. They think of ugly people who cannot control themselves. Ugly? Thinking about it now, you could make a face. Nobody was ugly. The judgmental were people with opinions. Necessarily mean opinions. Jenny couldn't talk properly, and it was hard for her to make things out. She was tall, and skinny. Jennifer Anne Lincoln was beautiful. In every glory. She didn't understand herself that she was being bullied. She would walk down the hallways, wave at somebody, then continue her walk. It was hard to dislike Jenny. Except for now... Authors Note- I haven't seen a story like this in forums! So.. I wrote one! I hope you all like it! It's my favorite novel I've ever written!
Chapter 2 She's shy in front of the other kids. She doesn't like being left alone in a crowd. Mr.Hinge has always supported her. When she couldn't talk he was the voice. The voice. Mr.Hinge was a positive and enthusiastic man. His main goal was to help Jenny. Jenny pointed at the door. Her flimsy finger pointed slyly as she kept her eyes down. The same pale green puppy eyes I had once grew to know. Jennifer talked. She couldn't. Yet she did. In her head she was masculine, heroic and popular. She was perfect. Then she went back to life. Reality. A nation. Something where she couldn't have what she wanted, and everything seemed to just bitter and crumble between the cracks of her fingers. As if she had been holding up the earth. As if she was holding a heater that will warm in approximately 15 minutes. Jennifer couldn't contain herself sometimes. Everything had to come out. Of her. So the only option was screeching. She would yelp. She would terrify the children who appeared. Dangerous in every way. Then, she would be mocked. Behind her back. Her school mates would go home at night and gossip over the phone. "Omigod did you hear what happened today at school?" A Jasmine or Susan would say. "You mean with Jenny?" Susan's best friend MacKenzie or Anneke would say. She knew it happened. And yes she cared, as much as possible. If she couldn't talk and be how she wanted, she'd take a pathetic sniveling victim as second place. Good or bad. Attention seeker. Whatever you may call it. All Jenny has ever wanted was acceptance.
Chapter 3 It hurt to make a sound. Jennifer had learned that over time, quiet was good. Jennifer never laughed at the appropriate times. But wasn't it just enough to look at her and see that she's happy? When she tried to talk, he throat ached. Jenny communicated through sign language and writing out her sentences. She hated shopping. Hated going to the mall. Hated everything but school. Everybody gave her either dirty looks. Dirty as in, hateful glares. It didn't make her mad. Jennifer didn't quite understand hate. -------- Jen's P.O.V I sat contently on my bed. Sitting here. My mind wondered. ----------- Jennifer was intelligent and creative. She knew right from wrong. Except.. Her mind was like a four year old. She didn't understand big words. It's complicated. She does, but when other people speak it. "Yo mouth word.." she would make out. She couldn't make the correct sounding. ----------- Jennifer's P.O.V I sat in the car. Mad. Dad was taking me to the mall. I hated the mall. "I'm sorry Jen. Dad just needs to get new spectacles and I don't want to leave you home alone." Sign language. <<There's no reason why I have to go. I'm perfectly fine alone at home.>> "Yes but Jen I don't like you alone." He sighed. I thought.
Chapter 4 We entered the mall. "See honey. We'll only be here for a short while." Dad weakly smiled. I stood. I continued the walk. I hated walking. We had passed some older women. As we walked nearly 6 steps, I heard one of them speak. I sent said a hand message. <<Dad.. I think they're talking about me.>> "Tsk tsk tsk. What a sin Charleen! That poor young girl must be deaf!" Said a plump women with dark brown curly hair wearing an indigo shirt. I seemed to simply adore her. She must have been beautiful. Dad has once told me that people who talk about you are just jealous. I think dad is right.