Flight of the Katana
Chapter 2: San
Year 2457
San turned to the sound of his heart monitor. He woke up, and pressed a button on the side of his "bed". His bed rotated up and he edged out of the bed into his "Elechair" as his nurses called it.
He wheeled it down to the kitchen. "Morning pop" said San. "Good morning son and happy 8th birthday to you". San smiled a half crooked toothy smile. He knew it wasn't going to be a happy day.
San wheeled out of his van onto the school campus. His dad waved goodbye, and drove away.
San knew he would be made fun of as soon as he entered the doors, and maybe if he was unfortunate enough, before. You would have to admit, you would be tempted to stare at a kid with no neck or fore arms or thighs too. San wheeled through the classroom door and took his spot in the back corner. The teacher came in and taught. After class San headed to the lunch room. San was a sore sight for eyes, no friends, no mom, and no mediocrity. He opened his lunch box and before he could take a bite of his sandwich it was snatched out of his hand. Troy, the 5th grade "bully" at the school stood examining San's P.B. & J sandwich. "What you got here Retard?" . "It's my sandwich, may I have it back please?" asked San politely. "Sure Alston". Troy smashed the sandwich into San's crimson red hair. Troy walked off snickering. The 2nd grade teacher Mrs. Falters walked over to San. "Now you listen here young man, there will be no smashing food in hair, do you here me?" San just sat there helpless. He couldn't even reach the sandwich. She walked off and sat with the other teachers. San exhaled heavily and struggled with the sandwich. There wasn't much to look at when you saw San Alston.
Just blood-red hair, plaid shirt, khaki shorts, and a wheelchair.
After school San was waiting at the pick up when Troy walked up to him and flicked him in the face. "Ouch!" Troy ignored San's complaint and gave him a noogie. "Please stop troy, it hurts and I can't defend myself". "That's the point Retard". "Troy Milzer!" yelled a voice of a young woman. Troy wheeled around to see Mrs. Jansen in his face. Mrs. Jansen was 21 yrs old and had short black hair, and a piercing stare. "Are you antagonizing San? Go to the principals office and wait for me". Mrs. Jalsen was the prettiest teacher at the school, there were always men interrupting classes to give her roses and kisses and stuff. "Sorry about that San ill see you tomorrow"
San lay in bed that night thinking about Troy and what it would be like to actually be normal. He could defend himself, and might even have friends. "that'll be the day he thought. Little did he know he would get more then a normal life