Sarah grew more and more nervous by the second. She had entered the giant shopping centre about half an hour ago, but was already feeling like a complete mess, due to both the heat and the crowds of people rushing this way and that. It made her poor head spin. Her anxiety was making her face go bright red; she kept biting her lip and fiddling with the hem of her shirt.
Scratching the back of her sweaty neck, she tried her best to remember what shop her mum had asked her to go to. Her dear mother was too busy with five other, younger children to go with Sarah, and she had suggested inviting a friend, but the young girl was adamant that this journey was a great opportunity to get out of her comfort zone. The trouble was, a seemingly simple task, like doing the weekly shop, was far from easy for an autistic fourteen year old girl.
Sarah felt frustrated with herself, and she squeezed her thumbs. Her heart and head were pounding, and she could feel people glaring at her. She opened up her s