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Chapter 1:

Narrator:

Peter woke up, eyeing the crystal sky with white confetti plopping down. He then sighed, utilized his hands to punch the three-layer blankets, and screeched for his mom to carefully place him into his metal wheelchair. He had an unusual type of disease, Paltsney Folma, that’s caused by the dirtiness of the air. It makes him unable to walk, nor read. It’s basically a mixture of disabled and dyslexic. When burning fuels in greenhouses, the remains get huffed into the eyes of, so far only him. That’s what causes the eyes to get blurred up, and the vision disappears from the view. Even worse, today he has to go to a new school after there was an extremely violent bully that nearly hit Peter. Sighing, he rolled over to the door.

Chapter 2:

Peter:

I was the target for my classmates to get pestered and was the trending news in the school. 

Lakefront Elementary School is not the most welcoming school, Peter thought.

Horrified, I looked down at the schedule the front desk Olivia had given me. It was packed with squiggles, and scribbles all over the page.

“Uhhhh…I have Paltsney Folma, where I can’t read or walk. Would it be okay to get an audio version of it, perhaps?” I fiddled with my blond curls as Olivia sped off to the tech room. I have salty-ocean-blue eyes (like my dad), blond hair that’s topped off with brown streaks (like my mom). Perfect contrast, as they always say. Like eternity grains of sand with the vast, deep ocean.

Too bad, because of this awful disease, I thought. The girls would have been swooning over you if you didn’t have it. Or maybe you deserve it. 

Just then, a girl about the same age as me, with emerald eyes and honey-coloured hair entered the room, switching her glance from her Nikes to Olivia.

“I am the one for this…” she trailed off when she fixed her eyes upon me, blinking and making odd movements with her face.

“Peter, this is your guide, Alexisina. But she prefers Alexis.” Olivia filled out the lines for Alexis, giving her a quick curt nod, and disappearing into her desk, flinging binders and tabs onto the marble counter.

“Here’s your locker code, along with your tables…Alexis will help you and will be in all of your specialist classes and sessions.” I took a mental note that if this girl was an absolute intimidator, then this school would get stamped in red unapproved.

Chapter 3:

Peter:

“Do you need help, uhhh… rolling your wheelchair?” I was so lost in my own dense thoughts, that I didn’t realize Alexis had motioned towards my wheelchair and was about to push it.

“I could power it myself, thanks.” We took our time to English, the sound of my whirring motor loading blocks of time throughout the duration through the corridors of the school. Alexis swung the metal door open, and stuck a wooden wedge to prevent it from shutting. Her lime eyes darted around the room, like a green laser scanning a paragraph of text on a piece of paper. I observed around me, like her. The room was extremely immense, its area wider than my handicapped bedroom. Every corner had a different story to speak. There was a mini library, jammed with all the books you could think of. In another, there was an empty display board hung up, pinned to the sky-blue wall. Lastly, the teacher’s desk was placed at the very front, though at the very edge of the classroom. On the chalkboard was a bunch of white scratches.

“His name is Mr. Anton. He’ll be our English teacher for this school year. And, of course, there’ll be homework.”

Narrator:

Suddenly, a chime began ringing and vibrated throughout the classroom, everyone leaping out of their chairs, grabbing snacks out of their backpacks, and started scrambling outside. Alexis shrugged, and munched on a turkey sandwich.

“This period is called Recess. It’s a time where we get outside, and inhale fresh air. It’s also a time to eat breakfast, for some people.” She proceeded to gulp down the rest of her food.

Alexis:

While Peter pondered about the world's thoughts, I was resisting from zooming onto the playground and playing “The Game with No Name” with my best friends, Sasha, Emma, and Ryan. But this was an important assignment; a job in fact.

The astonishing thing is that the school offered to pay me and my family $2000 for a single day of babysitting Peter! I was bewildered to realize I was gonna have to do it for the whole school year. Still, my family insisted on doing it to keep my three-year-old sister, Penelope, alive and well fed.

Just so you know, my parents don’t have jobs that earn them thousands of dollars a day. My dad’s a cashier, and my mom’s a ticket taker. I want to be a model when I grow up, but my parents immediately squeezed the idea out of my brain. Now, I’m stuck with this disabled dude. Turns out, he’s cool and shady.

People think they’re probably retarded or deformed, or extremely dumb, or in other words, ugly. Yet, Peter has the perfect shade of blue eyes, with blond hair, no glasses or nerdy gestures.

Chapter 4:

Narrator:

After a couple of months, Alexis started to get used to Peter and his wheelchair nuisances. One day, he was abruptly called out of Spanish class, and got his backpack hunched over his broad shoulders.

“Got to go.” he whispered to her, and bolted out into the hallway. Alexis started worrying when Peter didn’t come back for days, then weeks. Finally, she crumpled the horrified paper, and marched up to the principal’s office.

“Did I do something wrong? Why has Peter not been here for weeks, Miss?” She questioned the principal, Mrs. Anita Capozzi.

“It’s his privacy. You do not have the right to know, Ms. Pisciotto. Now, get out of my office.”

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Peter:

I woke up from a deep slumber. I realized my feet were stuffed into a cast, and that I was in a hospital. How long did it take me to wake up in the first place? A blue calendar hangs from a post on an empty bed: March 2050

I started panicking, fumbling the blankets off my body. Wait a second, why were my legs moving? Blue, sky-blue, wall blue, frames blue, eyes blue…walls blue? School! Noooo… someone save me from this dream! As if on cue, my mom appeared out of the blue.

“Honey, you’re finally awake! Maybe the meds effect was way too strong…” she babbled with a nurse monitoring the ward.

“Why can I move my legs like a normal human being?” I gripped onto dad’s thumb, and wriggled in the low squishy bed.

“Son…you’ve been saved…” he trailed on, mumbling about words I’ve never heard before.

Chapter 5:

Narrator:

“A normal day.” Everyone admired Peter for being confident enough to have a surgery that might have not worked. But, it was really his friends and parents that helped him throughout the year. Alexis : defender of the people. The one that had encouraged him to do it. Take the risk. She always took possibilities as a definite yes.

“Caught you!” Leo screeched at him, tapping Peter on the shoulder, trying to squirm out of Leo’s grip. Peter’s legs started digging into the fertile soil, free from the straps of the worn wheelchair.