Why We Laugh (#Wattys2018)

7. Bonus: I Laughed Because She Could Have Ditched

Hi guys! So, I am similar to London. I can walk, except I do have a disability. London has the past which we will find out about.

btw-You know how I said a few of the characters in this book are based on real people...well I got mad at 'Hunter' the other day at school.

7.London

The bell rang with a hollow sound. The voices came in abundance as the once silent atrium filled with worthess chatter of high school students.

Before I could comprehend, lifeless slaves of school, shoved through. Much like a herd of gazelles sprinting to get away from the vicious lion.

But I didn't care.

I pushed my blond hair behind my shoulder, making sure to wink at the boy.

I had no clue who the boy was, except he was rated 9 on the Hot Boys scale.

Caccee giggled, flirtatiously, as the boy's best friend began checking her out.

"Alright, girls," I snickered, beckoning my two best friends to leave in a grand butt shaking exit.

I turned around as something jabbed at my foot.

"'Ow!" I exclaimed, stumbling backward.

I had to glance down to see the person who ran over me.

It was a girl with short hair and a too-big sweatshirt. But the pain in my toes was more than just someone's foot.

It was a wheel of the girl's wheelchair.

The girl's blue eyes widened with horror.

She was fumbling apologies, "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, so so sorry!"

I frowned, doubting how sorry she really was.

"It's fine," I said, glancing down at my throbbing foot, "whatever."

"I am so sorry!" she repeated, fanning her hands in panic.

"It's fine," I snapped, annoyed.

She looked uncomfortable in the wheelchair, partly because of sorrow and partly because of the lack of a cushion.

"Sorry," she kept saying as if rolling over my foot was worst than murder.

I shot her a glare, which instantly shut her up.

She rolled over to her bottom locker, almost being trampled by other people.

"Who's she?" Jamie asked, but remained typing on her phone.

"London Jones, the school's way of getting what they want."

I couldn't imagine a girl in a wheel chair getting anything done.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if the school doesn't like the way something was built they say the district discriminates and has no empathy for the disabled," Caccee explained.

I thought about this. Severally ideas coming to my cunning mind.

I wasn't using her, or being mean to her.

"So..." I snickered, "the school uses her to get what they want..?"

"Mhm," Jamie nodded, "and a single person can use her for leverage."

Then London rolled by, sending us a sly smile. I flagged her over.

"I'm so sorry, again," she said, naive.

I rolled my eyes, looking at her. She looked so cheerful for a girl in a wheelchair. I wouldn't mind hanging around her cheery face, as long as she stopped apologizing...and if I could get out of last period.

"To make up for you rolling over my foot, can I 'help' you and you get my out of last period...?" I bargained a price.

She frowned, "I-I don't think that's okay."

She must be used to this. I want to tell her its more than just me wanting to ditch...but was it.

I bit my lip, glancing around the hallway. People pushed their way through, bumping into her wheelchair, causing her to topple side to side.

I laughed, "I was just joking."

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