My brother is Carlos Fanfield. He's five like I said before. He goes to Jaser Creek Primary. I sort of envy my brother; he has so much freedom and never worries about what other people think of him. When you're five, all you have to do to make a friend is smile, say hi or simply do nothing at all.
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Disabled
Short StoryWhen you're disabled, you stick out like a sore thumb. You can't pretend to be normal when you're stuck in a wheelchair and don't have the ability to talk. Life turns depressing and you don't feel the need to live. But...if there's someone special...
