I sat in my wheel chair as my older brother wheeled me up to reception.
My parents have sent me to therapy since I was 8.
Why? You may ask.
Well. My friend and I were at the park when my old bullies came along. They pushed and shoved me until I was on the curb.
They saw a car coming and well, they pushed me onto the road, and you can probably guess what happened next.
They had all laughed, but one of them didn't. His name was Michael,Michael James. He had called an ambulance.
Since then, I have been homeschooled. Haven't been able to walk since I was eight. I'm now 14.
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