"Can anyone tell suggest what we could write in the family chapter of our autobiographies?" Asked my teacher, Ms Flexed, "Annabelle?".
Oh no. I hate speaking in class. But she hasn't seemed to realize that yet.
"Uh, when our siblings were born?" I suggested.
"Very good idea," My teacher said, then continued the lesson.
Whew. That was a close one. Good thing I had an idea, even though I didn't raise my hand. I also didn't plan on raising my hand.
"Okay, you may go to your lockers and get your things for the end of the day," My teacher said later.
I pushed the joystick on my wheelchair and stirred myself out of the classroom. My best friend Maria opened the classroom door all the way for me. I thanked her. She cleared a path for me to make it down the hall to my locker, and I thanked her again.
I went to my locker. At my school, the lockers are one on top of another. Since I'm in a wheelchair and couldn't possibly reach a top one, I have a bottom one. I opened my locker and grabbed my clarinet and band book. Then I headed back to my classroom to wait for the bell to ring.
When the bell rung, I wheeled down the hall. I went to the elevator, and Ms. Ainsley was there waiting for me. She took me down the elevator, since her classroom is very close to the elevator. I went outside, and started wheeling home.
My foster mother's name is Melanie. She opened a dance studio this year. It's called Dance Company. She has short, blond hair and is tall. She has two other children, Emily and Charlie.
Emily is 8. She has blond hair that goes to above her shoulders. Emily is average height for her age. She isn't shy at all, unlike me. She grew up around people at her mother's studio.
Before Melanie opened this studio, she worked at another one. It's really the same studio that used to be in a different location and ownership.
Charlie is 5. She can play shy, but she really isn't . She is just like her older sister.
As I wheeled 'home', the wind blew behind me. I caught a glimpse of my brown hair blowing in the wind.
When I got 'home', I had pretzel goldfish as a snack. Then I went upstairs and practiced clarinet for 10 minutes, piano for 10 minutes and singing for 5 minutes.
Then, I turned on my camera.
"Hi guys. Today I will be singing See You Again. My piano cover of this song is in the background. I hope you enjoy,".
I sang the song, closed up my video, and went to get myself some supper.
YOU ARE READING
The Shy Girl
General FictionEvery since Annabelle moved to a new town to live with a foster family, she has been known as 'The Shy Girl'. The one who never answers questions in class. Who is always very quiet when everyone else is loud. The one who has friends but still seems...
