No one knew what made me tick, not even Uncle and Aunt. Sometimes I cried because the kids at school and the teachers didn’t like me. The school counselor told Aunt Harriet that I have a condition called Asperger’s Syndrome. Mrs. Bunker, my first grade teacher, had me tested. I remembered, like it was an hour ago, the day when we learned the results of the test.
“Allison is very intelligent,” Mrs. Williams, the school counselor, had said. “She has an IQ of one-forty-five, but she shows signs of Asperger’s Syndrome. Allison needs to be in the city where she can make friends and play with other children.”
“She has plenty of friends,” Uncle Deb had said, scowling. “Half the animals in the woods will let her pet them.”
“Mrs. Williams means children her own age,” Aunt Harriet said. “I agree. We need to move into Puttersville.”
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