Chapter 4
Stephanie found Melanie leaning against a fence, sobbing. She tapped Melanie lightly on the shoulder.
"Melanie?" she said softly. Melanie wiped her eyes. "Steph. I knew you'd come looking for me." Stephanie put her arm around Melanie. She tried to think of what to say, but she couldn't think of anything to say. What do I know? Stephanie thought. I don't have CP, how can I possibly comfort Melanie about something that I haven't, and never will experience? Suddenly Stephanie spotted a tear-stained piece of paper clutched in Melanie's hand. "What's that?" she asked. Melanie cracked a smile.
"That's my poem that I just wrote a few minutes ago. I write a lot of poetry." Stephanie gently took the paper from Melanie's hand and read the poem. It went as follows:
A world
A different world
That no one understands
Some may call it alien
Some may call it strange
But to me its my world
A world with people who are different
No normal person can possibly understand
My world
Stephanie looked up in awe. "Melanie, this poem is really good! I didn't know you were a poet!" Melanie smiled, a full smile this time. "You really think so?" Stephanie hugged her friend. "I know so! C'mon. Lets get back to the class before Ms. Dolan starts looking for us." And so the two friends linked arms and headed back to the class.
A/N: I am so sorry about the short chapter again! But I have the next chapter all planned out in my head, so that should be up within a day or so. As you might have guessed, I write poetry too! I also write short stories. If anybody wants to read any of it you can email me at Kayla, thanks for calling me brave! I don't mind talking about my CP at all, in fact, I like it! I like educating people about CP and other disabilities, as illustrated by my website ( that's dedicated to helping people with disabilities. Please keep reviewing!