Kevin sits next to me at break and lunch and meets me after all my classes. He wheels me around the school and talks with me.
He talks to me about him, about his family. He talks about some crazy things, and silly things, and I smile through it all. He even gives me his number and I add it to my phone.
My day flies by with Kevin and I feel bubbly and happy on the inside. My last class is Art with a teacher called Mr Jones. He's kind and let's me paint with my imagination.
"What is it?" he asks.
I look at it closely and make out two beautiful green eyes amongst soft strokes of brown, olive, pink and blue. It's in the shape of a human, but it's also what I feel when Kevin is around.
My painting is Kevin.
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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...
