"Oh honey, there's nothing wrong with you, you're just, umm...special." This is what I hear from everybody. That I'm 'Special', But I know I'm not. I'm different from everybody else. Sure, I take 'Special' needs classes, but that doesn't make me special. I'm a freak!
It all started on a bright and sunny day. I was running home from school as sad as a person could be. I had a horrible day. I failed my math test, I was last in line for lunch at the cafeteria, and I was walking home in the rain and I could tell there was going to be a storm. Why hadn't I taken the bus?
I started to run home. Thunder was booming around me. The trees swayed in the harsh wind. All of a sudden, I slipped. I fell in the rough street. Rain blinded my eyes. The last thing I remembered were the lights of a car heading towards me.
I woke up in a clean white room. Flowers and cards surrounded me from all sides. I picked one up. 'Get Well Soon!' Get Well soon? What? Was I sick? Where was I? Everything started to swirl around me. I fell back feeling ill. I remembered tripping. I remembered the car. I realized I couldn't feel my legs. I looked at my hand. Small scars were all over it. I touched my head. There was a bump. I screamed. What was happening?
Then I saw my mother, and a man I didn't recognize. My mother told me what happened. The car had run over me, and I was paralyzed from the waist down... forever. The stranger was the driver of the car. He looked like he was about to cry. He had driven me to the hospital right after he hit me.
I said I forgave him, but I didn't mean it. This man had ruined my life. I could never walk again.