I thought I knew it all, were my life was and what I wanted to do. But I don't think I know what I want to do, no one really does. Though I think we all try to, we just can't to do it.
My name is Anna and I live with my mom and dad, though I don't think they understand me. They think there's something wrong with me. But then again I forgot to mention, I'm in a wheelchair. It was a long time ago; my brother and I were walking to the park. We crossed the street; we didn't look for cars or even stop. You would think that that was the problem, but it wasn't. We made it to the park and we played but I guess our lack of being observant didn't work to our advantage.
A car came driving in, going way to fast. He knocked over the fence, and yet he still came. I ran to my brother; but I wasn't fast enough. I dodged to ground kissing goodbye to my last step of freedom. I heard a snap as the tire went over my back. But my brother just screamed when another car pulled up and took him. I lay there tears rolling down my cheeks, not from the pain but because my brother was gone.
The cops found me on the ground were the crooks had left me. I must have dozed off because I can't remember what happened. They never found them or my brother. I was rushed to the hospital; they kept me in there for a week. I broke a few ribs and my legs were paralyzed, from my back getting run over. The doctors told me I wouldn't be able to walk again; I just looked down.
I missed school for a long time; my parents thought I wasn't right. I felt like I wasn't right from then on out. Though now I'm still suffering for the lose of my brother. His room still sets like he was alive; from every toy to every sock. But after a month I still hadn't started school back up. I was so far behind; I guess they thought that since I was paralyzed that I wasn't smart.
This will be continued if the public demands it so…..