Life's Challenges.

~Okay, sorry guys, I have alot of spelling mistakes in this one, thats okay- deal with it. Nobody is perfect.

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          Finally, the last bell rings and we are free to go. We all jump out of our seats at the first slight ringing sound. I packed my books into my bag and threw the draw-string over my left shoulder. The bag smacked against the small of my back, hurrying me more urgently. I was more than glad to know that I only had three more minutes before I was dismissed for home. I didn't ride the bus, my house wasn't even in any slight chance of getting a spot in any bus routes, and it was actually easier to just walk anyways knowing that every night I would have to stop at the post office to grab our mail until my mom had the mailing progress figured out. This left me time to think. Usually not anything in particular, just to let my mind wander freely. For the last couple of days I had been thinking about the girl next door. She was always there when I got home and was all day, every day just wandering through her yard doing nothing in particular. Most of the time she would stand out by the road with a pen and paper and read or write something. Usually I would just sit and watch her through my second story window. Some days I could see her glance up to me and smile, but she would quickly look down and start madly scribbling small, neat letters and numbers on her note-book. Her features were interesting, well were interesting to me but that was probably just because of the sudden, unsuspected, glances that I got only once in awhile but what glances I did get were enough to speculate this:

          1. I had never seen her in school before,

2. She had to be about my age,

 3.She had a muddy colored hair with blond streaks in it,

4. She had a scar under her right eye that was about two inches long and caved in about half a centimeter down. Highly noticeable. I wondered day by day what had happened to her to cause such a scar but did not let it puzzle me to hard. I hated riddles.

And 5.She had a small boy that was in a wheel chair living at her house. Maybe around the age of seven years. He wore glasses and had short, spiky hair. Unlike mine. My hair was blond and flippyish.

          On my way home I stopped to see if my grandmothers letter had finally come through. Nope. Just a ton of greeting cards and doodles from several small children that were willing to give up their spare time to draw and send some random stranger a package just to welcome us into this small, homey, town. My Mom took them and hung the drawings up on our large fridge that stood in one of the 4 corners of our spaced kitchen. I swear we had at least 30 cabinets and 20 different drawers in our kitchen. Big. Too big. The days my mom did not have work and I did not have school, we both spent most of our time unpacking an rearranging things through-out the house. My boxes were not fully unpacked yet so I tried to sort out my bedroom and my mom would work in the kitchen and living- room.

                             ''So, I noticed that you've been watching the ''girl next door. Anything about her appeal to you?"

          ''No mom, she's just an interesting figure to watch. I mean, I know that I've only been in this school for about a week now but I have never seen her in school and she is always out in the yard doing somehthing. I think its pretty cool how she never seems to have anything else to do 24/7you know?''* That was a rhetorical question. I think that mom was still pretty surprised by my answer and instead asked me more questions, of course changing the subject.

                                      '' Well have you made any friends at school yet?''

                   '' Yeah, Aiden is a cool guy, he could be a good friend. I like baseball. He likes-'' My mom flinched as I said the words ''like baseball'' not ''play baseball.'' I had always liked baseball and my mom had no such problem with that. The only thing she had a problem with was the fact that all of the schools in Miami had been too ignorant to accept me into their team because I had a prosthetic leg. My mom had said that she would try to get them to accept into this school but she doubted it would do any good. That, I now felt to doubt. This small town that we had just moved to just gave me that feeling that some things might actually turn out this time and maybe we could actually settle down and live in this house for more than a year. Maybe this year I could make friends and promise them that we could do something the coming weekend, maybe I didn't have to just keep telling people that I could call and I would still visit this summer and them not ever hearing from me again. Possibly,  moms job would turn out this year and they decided to keep her in this building and this would not just be a temporary home. Maybe this could be a permanent home?

                                      '' Well maybe this weekend you could invite him and a couple other people over and you guys could play some back yard baseball or something'' Flinch.

                             '' I guess I can see what he is doing. What are you doing this weekend?''

''Well I’m going out with a couple of friends that also got transferred and we're going to kind of find ourselves around town and then we're going to stay at a hotel on Saturday night and I'll be back late Sunday. I hope it’s not too soon. Do you want me to stay home or are you okay here for a couple days with a few buddies? I mean if you wanted me to I could call it off an we could go some other weekend in the future.''

                                      '' No your fine mom, go ahead I'll be fine too.''

''Are you sure?''She asked. A worried crease showed on her fore head.

                   "Yes mom. Its fine, and so is your house. Just to make my word clear..'' I cleared my throat, making a big deal saying I would not hold a unnecessary party in her house as soon as she left. I raised my right hand, ‘I, Alexander Lee Dresscott, promise and state from my soul that your house will have no more than--''

          There was a small, soft knock on the door. Who was it? I didn’t know anyone. Mom wasn’t going out till' Friday night, and it was Wednesday. Guess we would just have to wait and see. ‘I’ll get it.'' I said as a got up from my ''knees.'' They were stiff and so was my back from being bent in that odd way that always seems to put you in pain after you get up. I walked to the door. If I still had a real leg I would be prancing because my foot would be asleep but instead I had to be in that car, at that moment, at that time of day, then.. and now i had a prosthetic that nobody at school knew about.                   But if this person that was at my door was from school then, well, my secret was out because as of right now I was only wearing some basketball shorts and an under armor sliding shirt showing completely my right, metal leg.