My name is Mariah. This is my story. I'm just your average Canadian. Born in Atlanta, Georgia, but my parents and I live/lived in Toronto, Ontario Canada. I'm sure you're thinking, what? Born in the south, raised in Canada? Well, you see, my mom and dad were about to head off to this exclusive honey moon trip to Disney World via flight from Georgia, but I was basically ready to come barreling out of my mother at the airport. I guess you could say I'm kind of a unique person. I was born with spinal bifida, and scoliosis. They're not life threatening or anything. They just put me in a wheelchair. A bright purple wheelchair. It's got to be the coolest ride you've ever seen. I look normal, though. Completely normal. Average sized body. Straight dark brown hair, bright bluish green eyes, pale skin, plump pink lip. I'm not the most beautiful girl you've ever seen, but I'm considered a "cute" girl. With my big animated eyes, long lashes freckles, round face, and sort-chubby cheeks. Not humongous fat ones, but just round and chubby.

Okay, enough with the boring stuff. The story begins when I moved to the small town of Stratford, Ontario. Being 16 and all, moving was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. Even if was just an hour or so from where I used to live, but it meant leaving my old friends. "You'll make new ones." my mother would tell me. Making the ones I had in Toronto was hard enough. Being in a wheelchair kind of makes me shy, and it makes it so difficult for other people to approach me for some reason. I'm not that great at starting conversations sometimes, and I'm a little anti-social and en-closed with my self other times. Perhaps moving to a new place will help me open up a bit. I doubt that, but I could just hope, and give meeting new people a shot.

We moved in to the new house two weeks before school started. I was so nervous, but yet so excited. The town was nice. I was pretty capable of traveling around by myself without having to have my mother or father driving me around. I enjoyed rolling down the sidewalks with my dogs leash latched onto my seat belt on my wheelchair. I spent a few days in a small restaurant with a my laptop. Unpacking was pretty boring, and I couldn't say away from my online life for too long. I had this online best friend, her name was Zoë . She was a big Justin Bieber fan. I, however, was not so into him. I knew a few things about him, and I knew a few of his songs. He was pretty big in Canada, and I knew he was from Stratford Ontario. I thought nothing of ever getting the chance to actually see him around. He was obviously too busy to even try to come back here. He also lived out in Atlanta. The place I was born.

Two days before school started, I did my regular routine of waking up, eating breakfast, chilling for a bit while before heading down to the restaurant with my dog, Delilah. She was a little black and white long haired Chihuahua. Small enough to sneak into my backpack with my Mac book. I stuck her in my bag and made my way out the door. I turned on some music and then stuck the ear buds in my ear, and stuck my iPhone into my hoodie pocket as I rolled down the sidewalk. As I was going, I noticed two boys rolling down the street on their skateboards. They were going so fast I couldn't tell what they looked like. I wasn't really trying to stare a them anyway, so I just didn't care to even try and study their looks.

After I arrived to the restaurant, I ordered a sandwich, and a cup of iced tea. I then went to one of the tables in front of the door. I parked, and pulled out my laptop, setting Del in my lap. No one seemed to care that she was there. I was in a wheelchair after all. They probably just thought she was my assistant dog. As I was sipping on my tea and mindlessly chewing my sandwich I searched around on tumblr as I talked to my best friend on AIM. My mindless actions were quickly stopped when I heard a door open. I looked up to see what it looked like the two boys on their skateboards that I saw earlier. They were actually very cute. One of them was short, skinny, he had the brightest blue eyes ever, so blue they could kind of cause a sudden burst of flame through your whole body and make you sweat. His head was shaved. His nose was sort of flat and big, but it wasn't ugly or anything. It was actually an adorable nose. His eyebrows were thin and raised, his cheeks puffed up when he smiled. And man, his smile, it was to die for. It lit up whole room. It made my heart pound really hard. He was wearing a black hoodie, and a pair of black cargo shorts. I saw a pair of big diamond earrings in his ears as well. This guy was the most beautiful boy I've ever seen in my life. The other boy, well, he was just as beautiful. He was about the same height as the first boy. His hair was about as brown as mine, it was kind of long and shaggy, it swept over. It was being covered up by a blue and yellow beanie. He was chubby. His nose was an average size, it was kind of big like his friends. When he smiled his whole face scrunched up kind of like a St. Bernard. His eyes reminded me of a St. Bernard as well. They were very dark brown. I just wanted so squish him all up, and hug him, and pinch his cheeks. They were all cute and chipmunk like.

I watched as they ordered their food, but I didn't make it so obvious. I just carefully slipped my eyes up and down between my computer, and them. But before I knew it, I quickly lost my concentration on them, and just continued with tumbling and talking on AIM. Del was asleep in my lap. I went back to eating. Not even paying attention to the world once again. I was startled by a chair being pulled across the floor. I looked up and saw the boys setting their skateboards down on the floor next to them as they sat down a the table right next to me. I swallowed and looked down at my computer screen. I quickly typed away to Zoë, trying to mind my own business. It wasn't working so well.

There was a table behind me, which was up against the table, but for some reason I felt a chair being scraped up against the back of my wheels. I looked back, then looked up at who was doing that. I raised my eyebrows at them totally expecting and apology, but he didn't apologize, he just looked back and shrugged. It happened to be one of the boys who had came in with a friend. I huffed out loudly, trying to get some attention, or an I'm sorry or something. Nothing. Until, I heard someone speak.

"Way to go, Ryan, you almost knocked her fucking wheels off, you should apologize." I heard the chubby brown haired kid say, looking over at his friend with an eye roll.

The boys blue eyes locked into mine when I looked up. I felt my heart jolt, and my body quickly flood with sweat. I took a deep breath smiled. "I'm sorry." I heard him say, looking down at the wheel. "Hope I didn't fuck it up." He laughed softly, looking back up at me with a nod before turning away to start eating his food.

I collected my thoughts really quickly before I lost my train of thought, and never got to speak to this boy again. "It's ok!" I laughed as well, peeking down at the wheel before moving my eyes back up to him.

He didn't say anything else, but his friend did. I moved my eyes to him. "I'm guessing you're new around here?" He asked, taking a sip of his drink. "If you are, I'm Chaz, that's Ryan. He's a dumb ass. I happen to be the smart, cool, good looking one. Don't let those eyes fool you"

I chuckled at Chaz, and shut my laptop before adjusting myself a bit so I could properly converse with him. "Well, nice to meet you Chaz. I'm Mariah. I'm in fact new here, from Toronto." I said with a nod and a smile.

"Toronto, eh? Not far from here. I guess that doesn't really consider you like, new or anything." Chaz said with a pause before shaking his head. "Wait, fuck, no, you're new to stratty, just not new to Canada."

Ryan looked up at Chaz, then back at me. "Stratford is shitty, I suggest you just turn back and leave now while you have the chance." He told me with a smirk, raising his eyebrows a bit before shutting his eyes and moving them back towards his friend. "Other wise, you'll have to deal with that stupid guy over there. He's slower than fucking grandma on a segway when it comes to thinking for him. He says uhm a whole lot. It's kind of annoying. Me? You'll definitely have to stay if you want to get to know me. I get all the ladies around here. I'm in fact smart, and good looking." He flashed a smile.

Chaz lowered his eyebrows at Ryan and shook his head. "You're a liar, you know Justin gets more ass than you. You just get ladies who are at the cougar status is because you're just a pretty face with no brains, plus you make those retarded videos for your non existent audience on youtube."

I shook my head and closed my eyes really quick. "Wait, Justin, as in Bieber?" I asked, raising my eyebrows, looking between the boys. They both nodded at me and laughed softly.

"Well, if anything we could've been talking about Justin Timberlake though, because he gets more ass than any guy on fucking earth, even Jbiebs." Chaz said with a laugh and a shrug.

Ryan groaned and threw his food on the plate, sliding down in his chair with the drink in his hand. "We were talking about Justin Bieber, and now that Chaz has blown it for all of us, you should do yourself a favor and take your screaming somewhere else, because I don't know if I can deal with that. I've never met anyone in Stratford who's treated me differently because of Justin, and I don't want that from you. So, I suggest you either just forget what we said, and continue talking to us like normal, or go outside and fan girl or some shit."

"Way to be a party pooper, Butsy." Chaz said lowering his eyebrows at Ryan before looking back at me. "Don't mind him. He's on his period. He hasn't masturbated in like a month."

I just laughed at what Chaz said and looked at my watch, then down at my dog who was still snoozing in my lap. I looked over at Ryan, pressing my lips hard. He seemed kind of… rude. I raised my eyebrows and smirked a little. "Well, Ryan, I didn't plan on treating you any different than before, because quite frankly, I don't give a crap if you're friends with Justin Bieber or not. I don't even like him. My friend does. I thought you were cool until you said all of that, then well, you just went down the shitter."

I watched as Ryan stopped texting on his phone and glare up at me. He just laughed and shook his head as stretched back, not even minding what I said it seemed. He looked back at me, still shaking his head. "You sure do know how to put a person in his place, don't you?" He smirked, taking a drink of his drink. "Cause you just did a damn good job at it." he added.

I laughed and shrugged, crossing my arms and settling back a bit. "I try." I said simply, looking at my watch again. "Anyway, I gotta get home. I'll probably see you guys around some other time." I said, quickly packing my things and dashing out the door. Those boys had to be the coolest guys I've ever met in my life. I could tell Stratford was going to be amazing.