Changed

Chapter 18

       Chapter 18-Oct 15, 2013 Tuesday Morning

       “Hey Sami, I just remembered that I forgot to leave homework with Mrs. Wood. Do you mind if I just meet you in the next class?” Leana asked as she pulled her math homework from her locker.

       “Sure,” I replied before she ran off. I started off in the other direction, heading toward my favorite class, Literature. I was moving quickly, the other students staying out of my way; then one grabbed the back of my chair and pushed me faster. “Hey! I was fine!” I snapped as I twisted my body around to see who it was. “James! Can’t you leave me alone!”

       “Can’t you stay out of school?” he hissed as he rushed pass my classroom and headed toward the back exit.

       “I don’t really have a choice if I go to school or not,” I replied as I slammed my fist onto his fingers, but he didn’t release.

       “You don’t belong here,” he yelled as he pushed out the door. He tipped me out of the wheelchair and into the mud.

       “You have changed,” I spat as I turned to look at him, mud dripping down my face.

       “No, you’re the one who has changed,” he snapped before throwing my wheelchair on top of a bush and going back inside.

       I crawled through the mud, trying to reach the bush; but still, my wheelchair was too high. I reached in my pocket for my cell as Tatsha hurried toward the back door, but stopped as she saw the wheelchair bush. “Tatsha,” I screamed as I watched her.

       She set down her books and grabbed my wheelchair, slowly flipping it over. “How did this happen?” she asked as she moved it closer to me; then she reached down and gripped me under the armpit.

       I reached up and helped by pushing on the armrests. “One word, James,” I answered as I turned around on my chair. “Thanks for the help.”

       “Well, thank you for your help the other day…” she muttered as she picked up her books. She starred at me in my mud covered clothes. “Do you have something to change into?”

       “No…” I mumbled as we headed back inside.

       “I have a spare dress in my locker…This happens to me quite a bit…” she mentioned as she stopped and opened her locker. “You can borrow it.” She passed me a blue dress. “Do you need help?”

       “I should be good. Thanks Tatsha. I’ll get it back to you tomorrow,” I replied before rolling into the closest bathroom.