Urgh. This oxygen tank is so annoying. I hate it! I was struggling to pull this thing up and down the stairs of the house. My mom looked sorry.
"Mom don't look at me like that, please I don't like it." I snapped.
"Sweety I know, that's why I got you a oxygen tank roller. Its like a suit case so it'll be easier to walk with and to take it everywhere. The doctor said it was a permanent matter. So you'll need this." My mom said with a soft voice.
"Thanks mom. I'm sorry that I snapped like that. Its just so stressful and I don't want to get judged by people anymore. Its annoying. And Britney's gang they keep...... I just don't like this. But thanks!" I said and rushed to my room.
My brother came out the room and tripped over the oxygen wire thingy. "Sorry sis" he said.
"Its OK I do it myself. But now, we won't keep doing it. Mom got me this thing that rolls the tank around. So yay!" I said.
I ran to my room and put the tank in the bag and rolled up the left over wires. I don't wanna go to school tomorrow......
