The days passed in a whirlwind of activity. Mom and Dad researched art schools, and I poured my heart into painting. Tulisa, to my surprise, became my biggest cheerleader, encouraging me to pursue my dreams. She even offered to help me with my portfolio, modeling for me and giving me feedback on my work.
One afternoon, a package arrived in the mail – an acceptance letter from the prestigious Silverwood Art Academy! I screamed with joy, tears streaming down my face. I had done it! I was going to art school!
"We did it, Jules!" Tulisa exclaimed, hugging me tightly. "You're going to be a famous artist one day!"
Mom and Dad beamed with pride, their faces filled with hope for my future. For the first time in months, I felt a sense of freedom, of possibility. I was no longer just a girl struggling to walk; I was an artist, a creator, a force to be reckoned with.
As I began preparing for art school, I realized that my wheelchair wasn't a limitation – it was a part of my journey. I was no longer afraid to be seen in public, to show the world who I was. I was proud of my art, and I was proud of myself.
On the day of my departure, Ana came to bid me farewell, her eyes shining with tears. "You're going to change the world, Jules. I know it."
As I wheeled away from our home, I felt a sense of excitement, of purpose. I was embarking on a new path, one that would take me to places I never thought possible. I was going to make a name for myself, to show the world what I was capable of.
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