Oh, hello there. Did I startle you? Sorry, i'm not used to this type of talking, explaining everything like this.
Oh, but I should. After explaining everything it becomes easy to get used to everyone being afraid of your very presence in a room, and explaining everything. Imagine what it must feel like, as soon as you walk, no, wheel yourself, in a wheelchair, with no visible injuries, into a classroom, in the beginning of the school year, and all anyone does for the next half hour is stare, at you. Then, you're asked to stand and introduce yourself, and name some things that you like, but the fact, that you can't stand because you'll collapse on the floor if you, do holds you down.
You officially earned the prize for first teased for the year, after half the class chuckles about your disabilities.
Anyways, name is Rana, I know, I know, weird name, chill out people, and I suffer from paralysis in my legs. I am unable to stand and do most things people would do in everyday life unless I have an assistant. I live in the living nightmare I call 8th grade, middle school. I have divorced parents, an annoying, five year old little brother, and zero friends. I am writing, as you know, and I am writing the story of Rana, The Middle School Student. So pull up a chair, make yourself comfy, stop reading this if you hate sad stories, and listen up.
