We eat and I listen to Kevin's stories. I do my best to tell him about some cool things in my life, writing out little paragraphs for him to read on my whiteboard.
He laughs and talks at all the right times and I forget that I even have a disability. I'm just a normal teenage girl enjoying an amazing afternoon with an amazing guy.
We sit back and watch the clouds. Kevin makes up stories about what he sees, and pretty quickly, I can tell his creative side is a part of him.
We do this for at least another hour, until the sun gets shrouded in heavy clouds and slow drops of rain starts to trickle down.
"I should take you home now," says Kevin, sitting up and packing away our things.
I frown, but realize he's right. At least I'll get to see him at school tomorrow.
He picks me up again and puts me back in my wheelchair. I wait for him to pack everything up, and then we head off.
YOU ARE READING
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...
