Brooklyn was quite picky with numbers. She liked some better than others. Her favorites were 2, 4, 5, 6, 12, 17, 22, 29, and 42. Other numbers were okay, except for 3, or any number with a 3 in it.
She wanted the year to stay 2012. She liked the number 2012, because it had good numbers in it. 2013 would just mess everything up. She didn't like the number 13.
So she didn't want the year to change, and she didn't want to be thirteen on her next birthday, either.
She was very smart when it came to numbers. She never had to draw the division box in math class. She could could square some double-digit numbers with little thought beforehand. Her math level was one level advanced, which was not uncommon in sixth grade.
And calendars. When Brooklyn was little, she spent her free time studying the calendar on her mother's phone until she became an expert. She knew which months lined up, which day of the week a certain date would fall on in a particular year. The only thing that tripped her up- and only briefly- was leap years.
While playing with the phone calendar one day, Brooklyn noticed that 2008 would start on a Tuesday, and 2009 on a Thursday. That went against what she knew. The dates were only supposed to shift one place. She carefully searched 2008 and found that February had twenty-nine days instead of the usual twenty-eight.
That was how she learned of leap years. It wouldn't be until she was older that she'd start contemplating the missed hours. Back then, all that caught her attention was that there was an extra day every four years.
Now, at twelve years old, Brooklyn didn't think too much about calendar pattern. She had a lot of other things to think about. Science concepts, math formulas, her scarce amount of friends, and one particular boy. Her memory was amazing, though, and she often found herself talking about events from Preschool.
It was probably because of her autism, which very few people knew about. The only time Brooklyn hated it was when the bad qualities took over. She knew if someone were to discover a cure, she wouldn't take it.
She wanted the year to stay 2012. She liked the number 2012, because it had good numbers in it. 2013 would just mess everything up. She didn't like the number 13.
So she didn't want the year to change, and she didn't want to be thirteen on her next birthday, either.
She was very smart when it came to numbers. She never had to draw the division box in math class. She could could square some double-digit numbers with little thought beforehand. Her math level was one level advanced, which was not uncommon in sixth grade.
And calendars. When Brooklyn was little, she spent her free time studying the calendar on her mother's phone until she became an expert. She knew which months lined up, which day of the week a certain date would fall on in a particular year. The only thing that tripped her up- and only briefly- was leap years.
While playing with the phone calendar one day, Brooklyn noticed that 2008 would start on a Tuesday, and 2009 on a Thursday. That went against what she knew. The dates were only supposed to shift one place. She carefully searched 2008 and found that February had twenty-nine days instead of the usual twenty-eight.
That was how she learned of leap years. It wouldn't be until she was older that she'd start contemplating the missed hours. Back then, all that caught her attention was that there was an extra day every four years.
Now, at twelve years old, Brooklyn didn't think too much about calendar pattern. She had a lot of other things to think about. Science concepts, math formulas, her scarce amount of friends, and one particular boy. Her memory was amazing, though, and she often found herself talking about events from Preschool.
It was probably because of her autism, which very few people knew about. The only time Brooklyn hated it was when the bad qualities took over. She knew if someone were to discover a cure, she wouldn't take it.
