At my high school, everything was practically the same as any other school. Everyone was genuinely pretty nice. I had some good friends, people respected that I didn't want to tell them my life story, no one treated me differently. It was pretty cool. Except for one kid. Damian Cole. You only need the devil to drag you into hell. He was a classic school bully. Said things about me, boasted about his running speed specifically to me, took my lunch and held it up high over my head, pushed my wheelchair around, shook me up, etc., etc. I don't even remember why he chose me to be his victim, but I'm sure that it was a stupid reason nonetheless. I was furious about it. I was also disappointed that nobody stopped him. I would do something, but unlike him, I have better things to do with my life. I know I have friends I can lean on, and I know that he's probably a jerk for a reason.
