Vi sat with her arms crossed, the car ride seeming much longer than it actually was in the uncomfortable silence.

They’d just returned from the psychologists, confirming it. Autism and ADHD. The explanation for her brash attitude and impulsivity.

Vi was, to say the least, ticked the fuck off. She just wanted to be normal, but her mom had dragged here there, and that was that.

“You better not tell my school” She started, “I’m a freak enough. I don’t need people knowing. And I don’t need to be babied, Mom. Please…don’t look at me like that”

She took to glancing out the window, taking in the blue wide sky and collecting condensation on the pane. Her hands were lightly fidgeting, and she chewed her lip, leg bouncing.

She was always, always moving. Stimming, the psychologist had called it, though she didn’t like thinking about that. God, why was this her life?

At least there was lavender to look at outside the window. Vi sighed at the thought. Her hands were still sweaty from being in the office, and it bothered her. The static on the radio made her skin itch, but she just…sat there. Staring out, angry, upset. Vi wished she could smell the lavender. She knew it’d be sweeter than this volatile moment.