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The woodland was her solace.

Nobody ventured into these parts, she could take time out social media, her bullies taunting her. She never took her phone. It was her mission to be alone, think about what she could do next. Her yellow hoodie, pulled over her face, she leant against the tree.

Peace, quiet, and she could be whoever she wanted to be.

The robins wouldn’t say she was strange, just for being herself. She was not ashamed of being on the spectrum. It was difficult to explain to other children, because they didn’t understand the fear of being in crowds. The noise, the constant talking, not being able to make out faces.

It wasn’t something she did on purpose, just it was easier that way.

A quiet moment, was all she needed, before going to college. She picked up her motor mechanics course work. In a few years she would be an adult, and working with engines was much easier than having conversations with customers.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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