Chapter 8

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*a couple months later*

"Iz, now that you have recovered, you will be going to school soon... in a wheelchair." Says my mom.

"I can't. I'm am not going to school until I learn to walk again and get a prosthetic leg." I announce

"Ok then, we will get you a prosthetic leg."

"Nice." :)


Sorry this is kinda short but I gtg.

-Isela

:)




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