Here it is! New story! Hope you enjoy it! Random fact: In order to write this story I did alot of research on autism!!! JUSTIN'S POV: I walked on, tears of sadness burning my eyes. It was almost rush hour and as the minutes went by the traffic intensified. I passed a school and a pang of jealousy hit me. These children all have a home to return to, a family. I don't. Of course I'm not technically homeless, I actually have a house. It's just that my house is more like an asylum than a family home. And I also have a family. It's just that very often my family seems to forget it has me. My mother is the heart of the family. When someone is in need of moral support, of reassuring, it is her that supplies them with such. That of course, does not apply for me but I'm so used to not being taken into consideration that I'm almost immune to it by now. My father, he is the brain of the family. The only reason this family goes on. When an important decision is to be made he is the one ! to make it, especially regarding my sister. Ah yes, let's not forget my sister. I would blame her for everything, but how can I? She has no faults, if not that of being born with autism. The clouds closed in as the sky went from light blue to gray. A few raindrops fell, great, just great. I continued walking down the highway, watching the cars pass by. I heard the noise of the booming thunder in a nearby city, an incoming storm. I considered going home but then I remembered, my sister is scared of
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