"Stump."
"Cripple."
"Useless."
"Waste of space."
"Freak."
"Weirdo."
That's what you heard on a daily basis. After a bad childhood accident, you were cursed with far too main ailments. Verbal ticks, a mechanic wrist, and to tie it all off, a stump of a leg that cut off mid thigh that came equipped with two canes that wrapped onto your wrists. You sighed as you pushed though your classmates that were determined to see you shed a few tears. You tossed your black bag over your shoulder as you headed into your classroom. You headed to your usual seat in the back corner with all the windows. It was formerly known as the handicap spot but you claimed it as your own. But this time it was already full.
"Hi, are you n-new?" You spoke softly as you sat next to boy in your chair. He took one look at you and his gaze seemed to soften. You sighed. Pity.
"My name is Tavros." He said slightly bravely, seeming to try to impress you. You smiled and set down your crutch-cane things.
"Y/N. I-if I may a-ask, why are y-you in the h-hanicapable s-spot?" His face shone with hope which really confused you.
"You didn't see my wheelchair?" He asked......happily.
"Oh, I guess not." His smile grew, making your heart thump painfully.
"Well, I'm glad." He stated finally after a few seconds of awkward silence.
"I can see why. I wish people n-never no-noticed my p-problems." You spoke into your notebook, not realising Tavros was listening.
"I noticed you. Is that such a bad thing?"
"No, it's not."
