Monday morning came around once again, and as much as I couldn't help to think about how great the weekend was. I had no idea what today was going to be like back at School. Sure, I got to know more people on the Beach, we were laughing, telling stories to each other, and just having a good time. I felt like a teenager for once in my life. I didn't need to think about having a disability for once. Well, that's not true, apart from that stupid hill and the I pain I had when we were standing around too long. But other than that, it was just a fun night out with some friends. I wanted to tell my Mom every little detail about my night, but she didn't know anything about the Beach or the funfair. As far as she knows Rosie and I was in Megan's doing homework for the night. I wanted to tell her where I was, but I would just know she'd get angry and panic. Saying "Anything could've happened Allie, you never been out without family before." I know how she is and how protected she is of me if she could put me in a bubble so I could never be hurt she would.
Imagine if 'I'd ever told her about the Cop chase, she might even laugh at the thought of me running from the cops, her daughter who finds it hard to even walk. I think this will be a story I won't be telling her or Dad for now. Rosie and I had texted a couple of times over the weekend, we talked about Friday night and what did I think about it. Jaxon also texted me once or twice on Facebook, seeing how I was, I thought it was nice of him.
Like every morning, I got up once my phone alarm went off at 7.45. I put on my clothes that I'd laid out the night before then I got washed up in my bathroom. It took longer than any other School morning, when I was walking to get my clothes, I felt as if someone was pulling at my spine stretching it out with their hands. The pain was going up and down for the last 15 minutes. After I was fully dressed taking my time while sitting on my chair, it was always easier for me to get dressed while sitting down. I took my meds along with two painkillers for my back, hoping they would kick in before I got to School.
I'd headed out into the living room to see my parents rushing around the living room and the kitchen like two maniacs'. "Allie, come on honey, sit down here so I can get your hair done. We are in a hurry." I walked over to where my mom was already waiting for me by the window with the hairbrush in her hand, she even already had a chair out for me. "Why? School doesn't start till another hour, and not like I can get in trouble with the school principal." I ask while walking toward her. I see Dad laughing as I sit down. Dad walked to the kitchen sink, finishing the last of his morning coffee.
"Don't be so sure" he said with a wink jokily.
I rolled my eyes at his reply. "You're not going to School today, Allie. Remember when I mentioned last week about your with the Physiotherapist." She put the hairbrush down finishing the end of my French braid, topping it off with some hairspray to keep it nice and tidy. "Yeah but wasn't that supposed to be next week?" she gives a small nod, passing Dad to get to the end of the stairs where her shoes are waiting. She handed Dad the car keys off the key hook, after she stepped in her shoes, so he could put my Wheelchair in the car. "It was, but I got a call on Friday, letting us know that they needed to reschedule it for today. I just forgot to tell you. So, your Dad is going to bring us in his car. When we get there, he will leave us outside of the Hospital, then he's going to check in with the school. He will follow us to the appointment shortly after." She steps closer to the door. "Andrew, have you got my bag?" she yells. I heard my Dad voice echo's from outside but didn't hear him clear enough to hear his reply. I got up off the chair and headed for the door, I grabbed my school bag from the island. I took one last look around to see if was I forgetting anything, but it didn't look like it. I made my way to the door tapping on the front pocket of my bag making sure my phone was in there, which it was. When I stepped outside, the sun was as bright as ever, I really wished I had gotten my sunglasses. I could've gone back to my room and got them, but we are like as it is. I'd turned around to face my Mom as I watched her locking up the house.

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RomanceAllie has had Cerebral Palsy. from when she was born her life wasn't easy for a 17 old girl who is about to true 18 She had her Mom and Dad by her side when she needed them to help her get dressed, showing her how to do her hair and helping her get...