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What's In A Wheelchair?

Author: thesacredone
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This is an essay type thingy I wrote for class on how I coped with being wheelchair bound. Tell me what you get from it. I want it to convey emotion.

What's In A Wheelchair?

A stroke of my arms, and I rolled a few feet. “Becca!” I heard my name. “Becca, I’m going to be in the army!” Nick’s excited eyes met mine, and his face fell. “Oh,” he said. “I’m sorry.” Another stroke of my arms, and I rolled a few more feet, leaving my friend behind me. “Beck-eeee!” I heard Llogan’s shrill cry from behind before being pushed so fast, the passing lockers became a blur. “Becca,” he yelled, “isn’t this fun?” Tears fell down my face, and he let go, sending me to Raven. “Becca,” she said, “My dad’s back on the stuff.” My tears stopped as my mouth opened. “Oh,” I said. “I’m sorry.” Another stroke of my arms, and I left all of my friends behind me. The silence was broken only by the squeak of my rolling wheels.
“Rebecca Lynn,” I heard my name, I turned my head to the sound to see Miranda staring back at me. “I am ashamed of you,” she said while walking alongside me. “You just ignored every one of your childhood friends! Are you stupid?” She hit me on the back of my head. I pulled my brake, released it, and turned to face her.
“Of all the people to shun, Becca…” She trailed off. Suddenly her face changed, and she pulled a chair up to stare me in the face. “Those people you just passed shaped your life.” She got close to my face. “They’re your family.”
“I know,” I said as Nick rounded the corner. “See?” Miranda spoke in Nick’s direction now. “Nick is the only person to ever make you smile when you were down. Remember the time he raced wheelchairs with you?” My face eased into a pleasant smile, and he put his hand on my shoulder.
I looked up to see Nick’s face only to see Llogan rounding the corner. “And Llogan!” She exclaimed, “He’s been through hell and back with you, Becca.” She leaned back in her chair. “Even when his parents split,” she continued, “he was there for you.” Tears again filled my eyes, and I moved to hold his hand; however, it was not Llogan’s hand I reached for, but Raven’s hand.
“Don’t even get me started on what I’ve done for her, Miranda.” Raven moved her hand from mine, turned to face me, and spoke. “As many times as I’ve let you cry on my shoulder about your daddy and his drugs, and you still leave me? I’m tired of your pity party, girl. You need to grow up, or else you will be white trash.”
Shame spread across my shoulders, and I hung my head. Miranda lifted my head and spoke. “Raven’s right,” she said. “I’ve been here for you since before preschool. Well, we all have. Every one of us has held you up when you needed us. Since the beginning, I’ve always told you, “You are what you are,” but now, you need to stop.”
I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked up at my friends. It was then that I realized that I was looking them all squarely in the face. I looked down to see myself standing. I smiled, held each of their hands, stood tall, and began to take a few steps forward. “Miranda,” I said. “All of you,” we stopped, and I held out my arms. “Thank you for making me who I am.” They all smiled, faded, and left me staring at my future.

Submitted on 2007-02-24 18:03:16     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  I really like it. The emotion is really good and the writing in splendid. Seems like coping with all those problems has made you who you are. Its really great...dont know much else to say about it. Well...yeah keep it up. Good stuff. And I get the emotion you are trying to say. I mean I get how it sucks to be in a wheelchair but at the same time you can forget how bad it is because you have good friends to help you out.

| Posted on 2007-02-24 00:00:00 | by UnderlinedInRed | [ Reply to This ]

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