"H-He-llo, m-m.. my n-n-na name i-is..." I furrowed my eyebrows. I had it in my reaches just barely past my fingertips. Ah, right. Hello. My name is Levi Ackerman. "L-Le-Levi," I breathed out. "Ack...er," With a frustrated huff, I finished. "man," The kids were snickering behind their hands. I know they are. They were silently communicating with their friends in such excellence I only wish I could even grasp. Words run around. I know what they think. A short disabled boy who can't even talk, what's he doing here?
I'm here because I deserve a fucking education.
No matter how badly I want to change my life; I can't. I simply, can't. For I care, they can laugh, joke, chuckle, but It's not my fault. Well, it partially is, but in the long run, it isn't. Hell, standing, no- sitting in front of them and saying a simple coherent sentence is hard but engaging in a conversation? That's living hell for me. All conversations I've been in made me feel smaller than I actually am. They either pity me, start getting frustrated or even just straight up walk away because of my inability to talk properly.
Don't even get me started on my legs. They stopped working a long time ago. What's really sad is that I'm 16 but I can't talk to a normal person. Sitting here in my wheelchair in front of all these idiots makes me feel... furious. I don't even know why. I feel like standing like Jesus walking on water and slapping each one of them across the face. Except for him. That one person who actually looked interested. Not in my disabilities, but in me.
Thank you.