It's not easy going to a normal school when you have a wheelchair. You ride on people's feet, and you can't go up the stairs, so all my classes are at ground level, oh, and there's the case that I don't need a chair for my table, so there's always an extra table for me. No one talks to me, no one ever sits next to me. Just when I came through the door, I saw someone sitting next to my table, somebody who creeps me out a little. A mini freakout is busy happening in my head.
Is he a stalker? What's happening?
"I'm glad you finally decided to show up to class" my teacher stated
"I'm so sorry I'm late, sir, I overslept." I say, trying to sound calm, but failing to do so.
"Well, don't let it happen again."
I can see the guy's red hair in the corner of my eye while I wheelie to my table. I made up my mind when I got to my table. I'm going to approach him in a good manner. I'm gonna go make new friends!
"Hi, what's your name?" I ask cheerfully, but he ignored my question.
"Why are you in a wheelchair?" He asked. He sounded very demanding.
"Well, if you don't want to tell me your name, then it's not your business about how I got in the wheelchair." I hissed at him.
"You two, stop talking." The teacher scolded, and we both sat still the whole time, not talking or looking at each other. It was a very awkward silence for the whole period. When the bell rang, I quickly took my books and under my breath I asked the guy:" besides, why do you care?" and got out the class before he could say anything else.
Every time I see the new group, they talk to someone else. Strange, very strange. Not many people would try to befriend every person in school. It's as if their on a quest to find someone.
In every class I've been in, one of them was always there, and they always sit by another table and chatting to someone. I heard rumours that when you talk to them, and they ask your name, they just leave and never talk to you again. Well, I'm not going to make that mistake. Anyway, they've been rude to me, and I don't like them very much.
Something in the back of my head says that they are not normal.
And something tells me that I have to go talk tothem.
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Perfection In The Imperfect
Fantasy"Do you believe in me?" I thought about it for a second. "Yes. I do believe in you." "The why don't you believe in yourself?" *** Kendra is a normal school girl...with a wheelchair. Or so she thinks until a mysterious group of kids comes to her scho...
