Ok, I have a disability, but it can't stop me. Kids in my class act differently around me and I know why. Either they are a fake sweet or they are mean and making fun of me. I've gotten used to it. In Kindergarten, a kid said, "Lets see how weak you are with your chicken legs!" The whole class laughed and embarrassed me. It is getting worse but I'm getting better at ignoring it. Right after I get home from the torture house hmm... I mean school, I watch or throw a baseball to myself everyday. Everyone wants girlfriends or boyfriends, but I just want to play baseball. But my disease can effect it. I have to switch my glove on and off when I'm pitching or throwing because I only have one arm. It is such a pain. I don't see many people like me playing baseball. "Bryson Pullman, Hello?!?" Oh no I thought, I haven't been paying attention. "I just couldn't hear you." I lied. I could tell that she knew I was fibbing."Ok guys, pack up. It's time to go home!" Scowled our teacher. Off I went, I stayed in the middle of the crowd, not wanting to be seen with my head down. I just wanted to be alone, with my baseball.
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The Baseball Player That Broke Big Odds
General FictionA young boy loves the sport of baseball. Just one thing, he has a disability. His disability makes him very small and skinny. He can't hear or see very well, can't run very well, and can't have any contact. He gets made fun of, but it doesn't decrea...
