A/N yes I am going to change the style of the chapters and have a Q write more sections of the story in italics.

I told her. She freaked out of course. I'm moving on. It's not like I expected anything different but it's still been hard to call us friends. I have one more week to settle out and  make this friendship official or end it. She's just to different. I don't want to give her any other label. Life isn't a hat. It's not one size fits all. I remember a boy from one school I went to once. Sometimes I remember him and feel guilty because I've forgotten his name and he's slowly fading from my memory. This was when I would stay for months at school. We had stayed in the same sort of area for a while and now we were so far I would probably never bump into him on the street again.

I had known him for quite a while and he'd not seemed normal but then again, neither am I. It was sad how he didn't seem to realise when people were laughing at him rather than with. He still cried a lot and got easily frustrated at school but I never thought much of it. I still get stressed a lot,  I'm just better at hiding it. I'm pretty sure that he had never seemed to have a fascination with rules or anything particular, just ordinary things that a boy would be into. Not stereotyping, just things that most boys I knew were into. Then, one of the last times I saw him, we were doing a project together. I don't remember a lot about it but I do remember it was linked to one topic that I never imagined coming up again. And then this boy, who I thought I knew so well,  told me something I should have known but didn't, or tried to deny. He was autistic.

Q still has time here. Apparently she is always moving around the country in her Campervan with her mum. I hope there will be time to make me forget her. For 35 days now, she has spent every hour at school with me. Now she just stays out my way. I don't think she realises I can feel sadness. I know the world that won't stop spinning but it's doing my head in. I can't help being who I am and being labelled but I don't care. This is my mind and I think it is perfect for me. Q has a different mind to me and everyone else. We are different, but also the same and it is our differences that make us this way. But I can't help myself thinking. 1 week. 7 days. 168 hours. 1+6+8=15. 1+5=6. 6 is not in the fibonacci sequence. It is not a good number. I don't know if I could narrow it down further to make it any better. I don't know.