Magic-Midnight-Mist

I was a small boy when they first pulled me out of class. They've told my mother they were worried about me. No child that age is suppose to be that silent. No child that age is suppose to be so unsocial. After various tests, shrinks and questions they've concluded that I don't have a damaged brain. it just must be what I am. When I looked at the other children I couldn't understand. I wasn't able to understand what motivated them to their actions. What made them laugh? What made them play? What made them feel connected? As I grew the older the only question I had was why I wasn't able to understand them. So older me sits here at the