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The Comfort Of The Night

pottyfry

Member
On a rainy evening, I storm home from the playground with muddy clothes on, frustrated by all the
business of today. Even my hair is messy and dirty.
On the way home, the local bully, Roger, jumps out from a bush, takes me by surprise and sends me
falling right into a puddle of mud, dirtying me even more. Roger laughs and rides off on his bike, leaving
me with a grazed knee. Parker drives up in Fab-1 and sees I'm feeling down and out on a horrible day
like this, so he herds me into the back of Fab-1 and sends me home to Lady Penelope.
Once home, I run into Lady Penelope's arms, crying. Lady Penelope reassures me that it's alright,
and that we all have days like this sometimes. She looks at my muddy clothes and grazed knee and
reassures me it'll be alright. She puts a nice pink plaster on my knee and sends me to have a nice,
warm bubble bath to clean off all the dirt and keep me nice and fresh again. She uses magic cream to
soothe my graze when the plaster suddenly floats off due to the effect of the bathwater, and splashes
me with bathwater, to which I immediately cheer up and splash her back.
Once I've been dry and fresh and clean, Lady Penelope hands me some clean pink pyjamas to
wear, alongside some panda slippers. She then leads me to her bedroom, where we both climb into
bed, and Lady Penelope spoons me as she whispers reassuring words into my ear, stating everything
will be alright, and sometime if I do see Roger again, I must show bravery in the face of such evil, like
she does with The Hood sometimes. That said, we snuggle against one another and fall asleep.
Meanwhile, in his temple, The Hood cries over his many failures and gets a phone call from Roger, who
states to him: "I can relate."
So, what do you guys think of my Thunderbirds story format which features a Bluey OC, the big school bully named Roger?
 
I joined this site, looking for possible friendships, fifteen years ago had no clue about the spectrum, A lot of stuff on here I do not relate too. All the same I really like many of the people here.
 
Never got bullied, always carried an air do not fool with me you will pay. Kept to myself.
I always had a feeling something was off with me. Never realised I was on the spectrum until 22 years old when I found documents when I was moving out of home, so it was hidden from me. Like you, I was never bullied, but I was a very aggressive kid, mainly because I lacked the silver tongue to defend myself verbally, so I responded with force. People didn't mess with me either.
 
I was never overly aggressive, just made It look like I could be sort of like honey badger. Lived on farm good shape.
also had younger brothers and older brother larger than me. Had small scuffle on school bus once. used my strength to force other kid to cry, next day school forced him to apologize to me in front of class. The kids older brother threatened me said to meet him at the school dance that weekend, I was single did not normally go to dances. So I was determined to go, not easily intimidated spoke to the idiot and his buddies, bit of posturing no fight. went home.
 
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I was never overly aggressive, just made It look like I could be sort of like honey badger. Lived on farm good shape.
also had younger brothers and older brother larger than me.
I'm grateful as an adult to not be aggressive now, but as a young kid, I was easily provoked. I would be the last to get jokes and be mocked for it, or I'd take things too literally and be the focal point of jokes. It was all I knew at the time.
 
Our families had a nick name of the screaming Zeemans, plus we were know as the brightest family ever in the schools history. four of us in high school at the same time.
 

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