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16 Jul 2017, 11:36 pm

One day an autistic boy named Paul was sitting in class, having a sensory overload.



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16 Jul 2017, 11:46 pm

One day an autistic boy named Paul was sitting in class, having a sensory overload. The scorching July sun was beating down upon him relentlessly through the open windows, and between the heat, hunger, the overwhelming cacophony of his classmate's conversations and the chafe of his shirt collar, he prayed to the god he had just made up that this period would end NOW.


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16 Jul 2017, 11:48 pm

One day an autistic boy named Paul was sitting in class, having a sensory overload. The scorching July sun was beating down upon him relentlessly through the open windows, and between the heat, hunger, the overwhelming cacophony of his classmate's conversations and the chafe of his shirt collar, he prayed to the god he had just made up that this period would end NOW. He needed to go to the bathroom and take his Xanax, Valium, Ativan and Klonopin.



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17 Jul 2017, 8:04 am

One day an autistic boy named Paul was sitting in class, having a sensory overload. The scorching July sun was beating down upon him relentlessly through the open windows, and between the heat, hunger, the overwhelming cacophony of his classmate's conversations and the chafe of his shirt collar, he prayed to the god he had just made up that this period would end NOW. He needed to go to the bathroom and take his Xanax, Valium, Ativan and Klonopin. The teacher refused his request. He had another meltdown. A few things ended up broken. He punched the teacher. The school district short of funds decided to let law enforcement handle it. He got "perp walked" by the cops in front of everybody.


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17 Jul 2017, 6:51 pm

One day an autistic boy named Paul was sitting in class, having a sensory overload. The scorching July sun was beating down upon him relentlessly through the open windows, and between the heat, hunger, the overwhelming cacophony of his classmate's conversations and the chafe of his shirt collar, he prayed to the god he had just made up that this period would end NOW. He needed to go to the bathroom and take his Xanax, Valium, Ativan and Klonopin. The teacher refused his request. He had another meltdown. A few things ended up broken. He punched the teacher. The school district short of funds decided to let law enforcement handle it. He got "perp walked" by the cops in front of everybody. He was thrown in a juvenile detention center where he got into a big fight with other boys, extending his sentence.



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25 Jul 2017, 11:26 am

CharityGoodyGrace wrote:
One day an autistic boy named Paul was sitting in class, having a sensory overload. The scorching July sun was beating down upon him relentlessly through the open windows, and between the heat, hunger, the overwhelming cacophony of his classmate's conversations and the chafe of his shirt collar, he prayed to the god he had just made up that this period would end NOW. He needed to go to the bathroom and take his Xanax, Valium, Ativan and Klonopin. The teacher refused his request. He had another meltdown. A few things ended up broken. He punched the teacher. The school district short of funds decided to let law enforcement handle it. He got "perp walked" by the cops in front of everybody. He was thrown in a juvenile detention center where he got into a big fight with other boys, extending his sentence.

Just as Paul was about to lose all hope, his mom Janice and an attorney that specializes in Wright's Law was there to take him home from the center.



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27 Jul 2017, 1:27 am

SharkSandwich211 wrote:
CharityGoodyGrace wrote:
One day an autistic boy named Paul was sitting in class, having a sensory overload. The scorching July sun was beating down upon him relentlessly through the open windows, and between the heat, hunger, the overwhelming cacophony of his classmate's conversations and the chafe of his shirt collar, he prayed to the god he had just made up that this period would end NOW. He needed to go to the bathroom and take his Xanax, Valium, Ativan and Klonopin. The teacher refused his request. He had another meltdown. A few things ended up broken. He punched the teacher. The school district short of funds decided to let law enforcement handle it. He got "perp walked" by the cops in front of everybody. He was thrown in a juvenile detention center where he got into a big fight with other boys, extending his sentence.

Just as Paul was about to lose all hope, his mom Janice and an attorney that specializes in Wright's Law was there to take him home from the center.


On the ride home, Paul and his mother were silent in the front seats. He had no idea what to say to her; hell, he was barely able to glance every so often at her pained expression as she guided the steering wheel. Neighborhood trees and houses that flew past the passenger side window went unnoticed by him. They were silent, till his mother said, just above a whisper: "Paul..."


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29 Jul 2017, 1:35 pm

On the ride home, Paul and his mother were silent in the front seats. He had no idea what to say to her; hell, he was barely able to glance every so often at her pained expression as she guided the steering wheel. Neighborhood trees and houses that flew past the passenger side window went unnoticed by him. They were silent, till his mother said, just above a whisper: "Paul..."

Paul woke up with a deafening scream of sheer terror, his shirt and sheets drenched in what he prayed was just sweat.



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30 Jul 2017, 11:23 am

ZombyWoof wrote:
On the ride home, Paul and his mother were silent in the front seats. He had no idea what to say to her; hell, he was barely able to glance every so often at her pained expression as she guided the steering wheel. Neighborhood trees and houses that flew past the passenger side window went unnoticed by him. They were silent, till his mother said, just above a whisper: "Paul..."

Paul woke up with a deafening scream of sheer terror, his shirt and sheets drenched in what he prayed was just sweat.


Although he quickly realized it was all a dream, panic set in as he started to get ready for school.



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08 Aug 2017, 5:20 am

Keladry wrote:
ZombyWoof wrote:
On the ride home, Paul and his mother were silent in the front seats. He had no idea what to say to her; hell, he was barely able to glance every so often at her pained expression as she guided the steering wheel. Neighborhood trees and houses that flew past the passenger side window went unnoticed by him. They were silent, till his mother said, just above a whisper: "Paul..."

Paul woke up with a deafening scream of sheer terror, his shirt and sheets drenched in what he prayed was just sweat.


Although he quickly realized it was all a dream, panic set in as he started to get ready for school.


Paul woke up again with a deafening scream of sheer delight. The bit about waking up at home was in fact a dream, he was really in juvie. Ahh, juvenile detention, the home away from home. Where else would his desire for strict routine be not only accepted but enforced? Paul thought about how stories where the protagonist awakes from a dream are terrible, then breathed a sigh of relief that his story would never sink to such unfathomable lows.