Hal
I could tell the changes that were happening, but I couldn’t let anyone know because they would question my loyalty here in Charleston. Hell I can’t believe people of Charleston trust Dad if they’ve heard of what happened to him, or even Ben.
[7 month jump]
I hated the feeling of being useless and I wasn’t going to let myself be useless even if that’s how I am now. I am paralyzed from the waist down. Anne says that I’m lucky because only a mere 7 months ago I couldn’t move at all, barely my neck. But now I can roll along and keep fighting.
I have to stay in the humvee and use the gun attached to it and fire from there because of my paralysis. When Dad and Cochise come in and destroy the rest of the Supreme Terrain Droids the fight is over now. Ben and the Rebels are still in pursuit of the Skitters but now after a minute or two everything died out and the cavalry was on their way back to Charleston’s city.
Dad’s the president now in Charleston and my brothers’ and I aren’t very close anymore. We’ve grown apart over the 7 months. I can’t help but think that it’s my fault.
As Maggie gets my wheelchair I wait to be taken out of my seat. This is the part I hate the most now because I always have to rely on others. I was finally get Dad to be alright with me going in the field. Dad comes over, and along with Ben, Maggie and Lars they help pull me from the cab to the chair. Lars says as he hands me to Maggie, Ben and Dad, “Don’t worry Hot Wheels, I won’t drop you on your head.” I pull a crack, “Don’t mess with me now, I’m mobile,” as I spin around in the chair. I was getting accustomed to this now, even if every fiber of me wants it to not, having to be helped with everything. Maggie and I greet my dad, and then we “run” off to get some grub.
