“I don’t understand why you’re parents are so disrespected in this town. They are clearly geniuses and from what you said, they have been from a young age?” Madara did not understand
“People tend not to like how loud and enthusiastic they are. I think they are on the spectrum, but I know they’ll never agree to be officially diagnosed…” Jazz muttered the last sentence more to herself than to anyone else but Madara heard anyway.
“The what?”
Jazz chuckled, “Sorry, I didn’t mean anything serious I just meant the autism spectrum.”
“The what?”
It was a question he almost wished he never asked as the next several hours he spent listening to half of the people in his life explained down to a tee. How, no, they were not child geniuses, and just what that kind of pressure did to a person.
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