I'm so sorry I'm running late please.....
This contains the sadness of a young kid. All caused by this one message sent by a women named Jennifer Popin, who also happened to be driving.
This contains the sadness of a young kid. All caused by this one message sent by a women named Jennifer Popin, who also happened to be driving.
Story
I blink my eyes open, everything is cloudy and I have a killer headache. A bunch of people surround me some I recognize as my family others are complete strangers poking me with sharp needles. I look around I see my step-dad in front of the bed I'm laying in. I'm scarred my head is pounding hard and I can hardly move.
"Don't try to move, it will only cause you more pain," a strange women in a white coat tells me. I assume she's a doctor and listen.
Next my step-dad speaks, "You were in a car crash honey," he says. I just stare at him confused. What is he talking about? Where's my mom? Why can't I move? I'm really confused I just close my eyes and sleep for a little longer, the next time I wake up nobody's there except a doctor or two coming by every once and a while.
The next morning my step-dad comes in and explains every thing to me. How my mom had been driving me to school in the mini-van and there had been an accident. The lady who had been driving the car we hit had been texting and didn't see the red light. She had hit the side of our car really hard causing me and my mom to fall into a comma for several weeks. I had been the lucky one, my mom has still not woken up. The worst part is now I'm paralyzed from waist down and will most likely never walk again.
I was devastated I was so sad I would never walk again and maybe never hear my moms voice again. I would be stuck in a chair my entire life and would never conquer my dream of playing basketball in college. How could this happen to an average eleven year old all because of one stupid text message.
Part 2
My first day back to school was one of the worst days of my life. It had been about a month from the accident. I had taught myself how to push myself in my wheelchair up the slope out side the school building. I hadn't seen any of my friends since the accident and I worried what they'd think.
As I wheeled myself in, I tried not to look up at the staring faces. I go to a small school where everybody knows everybody. I heard whispers of, "Is that Jenny?" "What happened to her?" and "Look at that kid in the wheelchair." I felt tears slipping down my face. I wish someone would have asked instead of just pointing and whispering. Then I heard a boy from my grades voice, "Wowa what happened to Jen?"
I stopped moving and turned my head to look at him. "How about you ask me!" I snapped. He looked surprised and just moved down the hall. I felt the tears finally come out of my eyes. I turned and saw my best friend Megan. I saw her mouth drop when she saw me. I just knew I had to get out of their. I ran well wheeled straight to the bathroom. I locked myself in the handy capped stall.
"Jen I know your in their your the only person with a wheel chair," it was Megan.
"Thanks for reminding me," I said my voice shaking from the tears.
"Jen I don't care if your in a wheelchair,"
"Well I do."
"Come out, please"
"No, I'm not coming out tell the bell rings."
Then I heard the bell ring.
"There it is,"
"I meant at the end of the day."
"Your gonna ditch?"
"No, but you should go before you get in trouble. And gonna's not a word."
"Oh who cares! You leave me no other choice."
BAM BAM she was kicking the door or something.
"When the heck are you doing? Fine, I'm coming out just stop the kicking."
I turned the lock and opened the door. My face was red. I looked at the ground.
"Go ahead and laugh at me," I said.
"I'm not gonna laugh," she said getting down on her knees so she could look me in the eye.
"Gonna's not a word," I said giving a slight smile.
She laughed a little, "Let's get you to class, I've always wanted to push someone in a wheelchair."
"Push away!" I laughed.
