So now I'm in the back of the car and on my way to school.
I can't believe this. We're at the gates of Jaser Creek High School and I feel the need to drop to the ground and disappear from sight.
Mum rolls me out of the car in my wheelchair and hands me my whiteboard and marker. "Don't worry sweetie," she whispered in my ear.
Amy rolled me into school and it seemed like I caught the attention of many students. I found myself in an airy room with a thin young lady sitting at a polished wooden desk in front of me.
"Hello Coco," she said in a shaky, old lady voice (although she looked like she was in her mid twenties)
'Hi' I scrawled on my whiteboard.
She hands me a piece of paper and explains to me the timetable. Amy sits with me through the entire thing and when the lady's done, Amy leads me out into the corridor and into my first class, English.
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Proză scurtăWhen 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...
