The Boy With The Wheelchair

The Boy With The Wheelchair

i_wanna_be_a_writer

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Last published Mon, Aug 11, 2014

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Motionless in White

Tagsawkward boy funny girl startofafriendship

"Who is that?" I ask myself as I look out the window of my new apartment. There sits a small boy, on the dock, looking out at the greenish blue lake, that is surrounded by apartments–mine one of them. The boy is alone, motionless, and quiet. He looks to be about 12 or 13 years old. All I can see is his light brown hair and tannish, white skin. But what really caught my eye was the black wheelchair that he sat in. That told me that he had a story, and I was curious to hear what it was.

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