This work is an original and notional story of young adults who are above the age of 18. The school they attend serves special needs adults who graduated high school with an annotated diploma at the same time as their cohort. Their cohort went on to working life or higher education while these adults continued to learning life skills with a combination of academics and trades skills under the care of professional educators who are trained to accommodate individual behavioral and cognitive needs. The 2 main characters still live at their family homes for the care they require that is otherwise available at assisted care facilities.
No clinical diagnosis terms are used nor assigned to the characters in this story. They are highly functioning young adults still learning about social norms and life in general. The central characters are old enough to be held responsible for their actions, to vote and enter military or national service if they met entrance requirements, to get married and have their own families, and be approved for loans and pay taxes.
What follows is a work of fantasy.
- It is completely original and is not based on any real experience nor intended to portray any actual person having these experiences.
- It is written in the male first person voice.
- The story
Valentines Day at School F
" is this story's companion story written from the female perspective of the same storyline, let me know what you think of how these two stories go together.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It's Valentines day and I can't believe it is finally here! I made my usual class set of cards from the box of cards I got last week at the craft store with mom. She reminds me every year to get them for everyone which I would rather not do. But this year I don't mind so much because I'm giving a special card to her.
She is the vision of feminine beauty who has been in my classes since I can remember. I love looking at her and the clothes she wears. I have heard guys talk about her like they do about girls. Saying words that don't sound very nice and make them sound selfish.
I was brought up to be responsible and thoughtful. I know what right is and how not right can lead to terrible problems. My parents take good care of me and dad is a great role model but it is mom who made sure I got my license after graduation so I could drive her car places, like to school so she only has to drive home. I'm 21 now so dad says I can do anything anyone else can.
No, I can't talk about women like others do when they're boasting. That kind of talk is disrespectful and she is a pretty girl who has no equal. To me she is the most beautiful woman there has ever been. It's because of her that I look forward to going to school and she makes me wish we had school on weekends too.
The best classes are the ones when we work nearby and she sometimes looks at me. Or even the ones when we work together, and the very best days are when I get paired up with her. Those days always go by too fast and make me wish we had permanently assigned seats together.
I feel a strong pull of gravity when she is around like I get pulled in her direction. I sometimes wonder if she can can feel that pull too. I think she does by the way she leans in my direction when we are close by. In the pictures they took at our Prom and at graduation, we were always nearby and I wished I had the courage to ask her to dance.
She always seems to stand or sit with her body turned so that she faces me more than she looks away. She almost never looks away. Some people I never do get to see their face. I notice everything about her. Her name is Debbie. I have known her since my first memories and she has always been in my classes in all our schools.
I was on my way to Literature class with Mrs. Fox. Like always I got to the classroom after most people were already there. There's a lot of confusion as I enter. The other students are blocking my view looking at signs on the desks. We are getting seat assignments today Mrs. Fox had said yesterday.
I keep looking at names on signs but haven't seen my name yet. The the desks are paired up together. I hear my name and I look over to see Debbie looking at me and she's waving for to me to go over to where she is. She says as I get to her, "you're with me." I feel like the sun is shining on us and the stars aligned.
She's standing on one foot with her other knee kneeling on her chair. She looks great in her tan pleated skirt down to her knees and her pink Angora sweater. Her hair has a white bow on top and I can feel I have a big smile on my face. She looks happy too how she is smiling and she's only looking at me.
Just doing that she is making me feel really happily. I think my heart stopped beating in my chest, or it's rushing or... I don't know, I cannot think. I make my way around her to the chair next to hers and she slides down into her seat as I sit on mine. I notice our legs are close together and I love the way her Angora sweater hugs her body and her arms.
Debbie leans really close to me and I can smell her. I always like her smell even after gym. She says, "I'm glad we are sitting together today because I want you to have this." She had her Valentines box on her desk and put an envelope in my hand. She looked around first then back to me and said, "it's different from everyone else's and I don't want anyone to notice."
I was still blushing thinking how perfect this was with what I had made for her. I pulled my box of Valentines card box out of my bag and put it on my desk. Then I took the one out I wrote for her and put it on her lap. She quickly put her hand on it and her eyes were big looking at me. I said, "This one's different too. I wrote it just for you."
I saw her blush probably as much as I was. I couldn't stop looking at her and I couldn't think of anything to say. This never happened in my daydreams when I always had the right thing to say and she would melt into my side. I can't believe my assigned seat partner is the sexiest looking woman I have ever seen.
