Leo woke up drowsily and groaned when he saw that his wheelchair had been placed on the other side of his room. His dad must've moved it cleaned it or something, as he does every few months. "Mom, I need help!" He shouted to his mom who was just down the hallway. "One sec, Leo. It's a very stressful morning." He turned to his right side and laid like that until his door opened and his brown haired, green eyed mother walked in the room. Even when she was tired, she managed to look the same for the 14 years he'd been alive. He sat on the edge of his bed and waited for her to get his clothes so he could change."You should just get a prosthetic, hun." She told me. "Mom, you know how I feel about it. What if my dumb diabetes goes away. Then we would've waisted hundreds or thousands of dollars on a piece of metal that wasn't even necessary?" She rolled her eyes and left the room for me to change. "Don't you need help?" She asked. "I think I can do it myself... maybe." He told her through the door. After trial and error, he managed to get his clothes on without help. It was never my shirt that I needed help with, it was... he knew not to finish that sentence. He slid into the wheelchair he's been able to fit into since he was 10. He'd accidentally ran over his father's ankles multiple times, which he thought was hilarious at the time. He opened the door and his mother looked impressed, but walked to the kitchen. Mrs. W told the class that volunteers from other schools where coming to help us get around places and do things. By volunteers, she meant people who had done bad things or said bad things. His classmate, Emily, had heard from someone that one of them totaled a teachers car and threw rocks at a students house. He didn't know why they where being trusted around them, they had a much better advantage at getting away with things because some students like Leo couldn't run and some like Emily can't lift anything over 5 pounds. The list goes on. He went into the kitchen and ate his cereal. It was the most boring and simple flavor, plain Cheerios. His mom helped him get his shoes on and they got out to the car. Today was gonna be a weird day.
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Author's note: Hey so that was my first chapter! This is my second book but I'm losing motivation to write the first one so it's private. I'll probably add another chapter later today. Bye!
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RomanceLeo is a sweet, kind teenage boy who's left leg does not work because of reasons. He uses a wheelchair to get around his school for as his mother puts it "people like him." One day, a student volunteer named Asher shows up at the school and is assig...
