It was so much fun hanging out with Justin. He ended up making fun of me a little because I said I would faint or freak if I met Usher. We ended up walking around City Walk for a while longer. At around four o'clock my mom had called and said I needed to come home, she wouldn't tell me why.

"I'm sorry Justin, I have to go," I started to walk to the parking structure to wait for my mom when Justin stopped me.

"We can drop you off, if you want?" he asked so nicely. I couldn't say no.

"If you don't mind, thank you so much," I followed him to a black SUV. After I told his driver how to take apart my wheelchair, I called my mom telling her I got a ride home. It was a quiet drive for a while. My gut told me the news my mom had wasn't going to be good. I felt something poke me that startled me out of my thoughts; I turn and see Justin looking out the window. I brush off the feeling and go back to thinking. After a few seconds I feel something poke me again, I turn and see Justin trying to hide a smile. I look straight ahead this time, and see Justin trying to plan his next move. He turns his head back to the window, so I turn slightly and poke him. He jumps not expecting it. I start laughing at the expression on his face.

"Gosh Grace, no need to give me a heart attack," he holds his hand over his heart. I stick my tongue out at him and try to get closer to the door as he starts to tickle me.

"Okay p-p-please sto-p-p," I felt his hand stop and rest on mine. I'm already breathing hard from the tickle attack, but his hand touching mine made impossible to breathe right. The driver knocked us out of our little stupor by announcing we arrived at my house. I blushed while unbuckling myself and quickly got into my wheelchair. Justin comes up next to me and walks me to my door. "Sorry my house isn't much, we're um...not so good money wise. Come on in, I can get you something to drink," I led Justin into my house me and my mom live in. I call out to my mom letting her know I'm here. We sat down drinking some lemonade. Me and Justin talked for a while but stopped as soon as my mom came into the kitchen with bloodshot eyes and dried tears on her face.

"Mom what's wrong?" I go over to my mom and think of every worst case scenario that could make my mom look the way she did.

"Grace how come you didn't tell me you had someone coming over?" she started wiping her eyes trying to look presentable. I grab her hands to stop her.

"Mom what happened?" she wouldn't look me in the eyes when I asked her.

"The doctor called, they set a date," as quick as I grabbed her hands, I dropped them. I froze and felt the tears start to form in my eyes. I willed them not to fall right now in front of Justin.

"Grace is everything okay?" He looked confused as to what's going on. I look at him not knowing what to say.

"Yeah," my voice cracked. I heard a phone start to ring, it was Justin's. He had to leave, "Let me walk you to the door." When we got to the door Justin pulled me into a hug.

"You can talk to me," I nodded my head not trusting my voice, and he left.

I felt the tears staring to spill over, tears of anger, fear, and sadness. I ignored my mom and went to my room, I felt bad about ignoring her but I wanted to be alone. I sat on my bed tears still pouring from my eyes. I look at the stupid clunk of metal I use to get around with. I felt angry as I stared at it. I kicked it as hard as I could; it didn't do much seeing how I don't use my legs. That made me even angrier. I grabbed the nearest thing and threw it at the wall. I heard whatever I threw hit glass and fall on the floor.

I look down and see I threw my songbook and it hit a picture I had on my wall. I cried even more seeing I broke a picture that my dad had given me when I was younger, before he was killed on duty by an inmate. It was a picture full of music notes in beautiful colors. It had the lyrics to one of my favorite Beatle songs, In My Life.

"In my life, I love you more," I whispered the words. I looked up to the ceiling and closed my eyes speaking to my dad, "I miss you daddy. I don't know what to feel, I'm lonely and sad because you aren't here to comfort me about this surgery. Just please make everything go okay, Me and Mama are-we just don't know what to do. Please help daddy." I sighed.

I crawled onto the floor and cleaned up the mess, keeping note to buy a new frame. I go back on my bed and stare at my wheelchair some more. When I looked I notice a piece of paper on it. I reach for the paper, opening it and smiling as I read it.

Grace,
I had fun today and I hope we can do it again some time.
Call me when you're able to, I'll be waiting :)

Justin

P.S. Maybe next time I'll bring Usher so you can meet him. ;)

I chuckle and put his phone number into my phone. Thanks daddy. I smile and get ready to tell Jane and the rest of the family tomorrow. I prayed everything would be okay, but knowing my luck I didn't pray to hard.