It was a quiet day at your school, until a military Task-Force walked through the door. You were worried, but than the teacher announced that it was a career day activity. You didn't even know it was career day.. Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Farah, Alex, and Laswell all talked to the children in your class.

You were sitting and drawing at your desk, you were drawing your favorite folklore creature. The Wendigo, befriending a Pixie. Well, a Pixie Hound. Something you made up, a mixture between a Pixie and a Hellhound. It was awesome! You could either make their interaction bloody and terrifying, or they could be friends. It was all your decision.

"They should be friends." A gloved hand pointed at your paper, and you looked up. It was Ghost, you didn't care about what he had to say.

"I don't care." You sighed, and didn't even bother looking up at Ghost. You continued your drawing, and drew a flower crown on the Pixie Hound. Before Ghost poked your paper to point something out, and your pencil dug into the paper and ruined the entire thing. Your attention snapped up to Ghost, and you started yelling without thinking.

"You messed up my drawing!" You grabbed your notebook and noticed that your mechanical pencil fell on the floor. "This is why I never talk to anyone! Other people mess everything up!" You yelled with tears in your eyes, as you bent down to pick up your pencil. The teacher walked over and spoke to Ghost.

"I'm sorry, they're a bit mentally challenged.." The teacher said softly, with an apologetic tone. You looked up at the teacher and tears rolled down your cheeks.

"YOU DON'T GET TO TALK ABOUT THAT!" You cried out, and ran to the other side of the classroom. While the rest of the 141 noticed what was going on.

What the teacher meant by 'mentally challenged' was.. You were diagnosed with autism when you were five. You have difficulty listening in class, and you draw. Because it helps you focus, the teacher knows you don't like interactions with the other kids. Let alone a military man.