Hey guys! I decided to do another story, but with this one all those guys! This is a story about how the boys grow up together and by the way, James has high anxiety and gets bullied so there will be a lot of fainting and puking… The guys don't meet James until second grade.
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Mrs. Diamond.
"Mama, I don't feel good!" My little boy, James, whines. James has high anxiety, so he doesn't feel the greatest at times. "I know baby, but when you get there you'll make lots of new friends!" James and I were in the car on the way to my baby's first day of kindergarten.
"Pwomise?" "Yeah, I promise!" Finally, I pulled into that cozy little elementary school, and picked James up and out of his car seat while placing him on the ground. James stumbles over to the door, having a muscle disorder that messes with how he moves.
After getting James all set up at his table, I leave knowing my boy is going to make some wonderful new friends.
Author P.O.V
As James meets his new kindergarten teacher, all the kids staring at the way he slurred his words and stumbled. If James didn't get his needed surgery, he would never walk again. One of the kids points it out and asks James what is wrong with his legs and said: My mommy says I have Gwllain-Bawwe swndrome." All the kids stare and start to realize that James was different, not like any of them at all.
James was pudgy for his age and had his Guillain-Barre syndrome, so they started calling James "Fat Legs," or "Fatty James." James pretended to like his class. He tried not to show his true pain. One day when his anxiety was so high, he began throwing up. The teacher escorted him to the nurse and in the middle of the doorway, James fainted. All the kids started cheering, thinking the fat kid was gone. James woke up five minutes later and began bawling and shaking on the ground, ready to go home.
There is one girl remotely interested in talking to James. She was a few months younger than him and had chestnut hair with dirty blonde highlights and brown eyes. The girl was mischievous, a certain gleam in her eyes every so often. She did all sorts of stuff such as pain on the teacher and put a tack on her chair.
James understood that the girl had an older brother. He had blonde hair and green eyes. He came with their mother to pick up the girl.
James was now all alone and the kids keep throwing things at him. His mom dropped off his wheelchair so now he has some form of transportation. He is happy and coloring until Phil came up and insulted his picture. He was in the middle of writing: To: Mommy; Love: James. He stopped short when Phil said his mommy didn't care about him and that nobody did.
Phil said he knew what James's Daddy was. James started to cry. He did not want to be reminded of his dad at any time, not after what James was put through.
The only one who knew how to comfort him was the brown haired girl. If only he knew her name…