Chapter 1
My name is Abigail Lee. I am 11 years old in 6th grade. I have long brown hair, down to my waist, bright green eyes, and skin that never burns, just tans. My favorite color is white, because white is all the colors. I like to wear loose T-Shirts with sleeves down to my elbows, and Jean Shorts to my knees. I wear black tattered sneakers most of the time, with white socks. I could be pretty. But when people look at me, they don't see my green eyes or brown hair. They don't see my T-Shirt or my shorts. They don't see my black shoes or socks.
They see a girl who is only up to most people's shoulders. They see a girl that has never stood up in her life, except in her mind. They see a girl in a wheelchair.
My mother is tall, with black hair she wears in a bun, and bright green eyes like mine. My father is average height, with straw blond hair and blue eyes, always very tan, even in the winter. My sister is also tall, with brown hair a little bit darker then mine, which she wears cut to her shoulders. She plays soccer.
I spend most of my time reading. I like books. Books with boys and dogs and forests and love, books with magic and horror and earthquakes that kill. I just love books. I like school, but only science and reading. I'm not the best at math. Especially when I do homework and the other kids on my street are playing basketball. Or running.
I've always dreamed of running. Sort of like flying. The other kids at my school complain of having to run the mile very year, I would give almost anything to be able to. To be able to walk.
I can speak, and hear, and think. It's just my legs where something is wrong. I was born unable to walk.
But there is one thing I can do to be able to imagine what it would be like to run.