Disabled

Am i invisible?

Can they see me? Or do they just feel that it's best to not even care. I may not be able to speak but that doesn't mean I can't communicate. It may not be much but I'm working on sign language. I mean is it that hard to simply say hi without the awkward looks or the simple stares? I guess the lack of legs doesn't help. I've learned you get use to it due to being born this way. But with middle school starting this year, I don't know how I'm going to make it. My parents, relatives, and therapist are pushing me so hard to try and make friends but they don't understand how hard it is.

It's like an ocean out there. You have the top of the food chain (the populars) which are like the Sharks, the big guys of the ocean. The interesting thing about them is that the little fish clean and do everything for the sharks, but let's say they miss a spot while cleaning the shark...he eats every last one of them. The populars have the wannabes which take care of all their needs. If they mess up, they are going to the bottom of the food chain and becomes the prey. Yet the little fish keep going back. But then you have all the other sea creatures who fear the shark and spend their lifetime hiding. The weak, defenseless prey.
But how would I know, I've been homeschooled all through out elementary, but that also means I have lots of free time on my hands except for the annual doctors and therapist appointments.
But those movies that are on all the time are usually about the main character trying to make something of thats school but usually ends up getting tortured by the populars. But the main character for some reason always has the same sparkle in their eyes and does something insane that no one else would have even came close to doing which leads to making them the hero of the story. To bad I can never find that sparkle in my eyes.

I wait in the car as mom gets the wheel chair from the backseat. She then lifts me and sets me down in the chair. Nothing out of the ordinary except for the large brick building that's right in front of me. Not to mention the school of fish...or students huddled up outside. My pulse starts to rapidly increase... I can feel the *thump thump* *thump thump* through out my whole body. A wave rushes through me leaving me numb inside. I can't control my actions and I start to panic. I try getting my moms attention by letting whimpers escape my chapped, dry lips. But she's to busy fixing her makeup in the car to hear. Then try waving my arms but she doesn't seem to notice. So finally I decided to give up and just let the salty tears escaped my eyes. They roll and roll until they end up on my new outfit. But at this point I'm too upset to care.

Mom walks over and sees me crying. She gave me the same cheesy pep talk that parents always give their kids on their first day of school. She ended it with a warm hug and kiss on the forehead, and with that starts to wheel me out of the parking lot. As we enter the building I get a lot of strange looks from everyone, and then the hall goes silent.
Great way to make yourself noticeable.

We walk into the front office and the principal is already there waiting to greet us.
"Welcome to Joxview middle school miss Tyler Bleu!"