Prologue
# 1; Serena
Hi. My name is Serena Kreshtool. I’m 11 years old. I go to the Wenstince School for the Hurt. Well, I’ll tell you why I go to that school. Just to warn you, I like to tell stories, so prepare for awesomeness! It all started by my brother calling me a liar…
“Get back here David!!!” That’s my brother. He stuck out his tongue out at me. I made a grab at him and ripped off the sleeve of his shirt. Uh, oh. That was David’s favorite shirt! I’m dead meat. I did the smartest thing I could think of. I ran. David chased me all around the house. I almost tripped on the living room rug. We ran into the kitchen and David grabbed my hair. I tried to pull away from him. I leaned, yanked and even kicked David a couple times. Then, I did the stupidest thing in the world-I grabbed a knife and cut off my hair. That was a mistake. Since I was leaning so much, when I cut my hair I was out of David’s grasp. I fell forward. On my face. Luckily, I was smart enough to put my arm out in front of me. Un-luckily, I was stupid enough to put my elbow further out than my hands.
CRACK!!!! “OOOOWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
My mom ran into the room, followed closely by dad.
“No!” mom screamed. “You cut your hair with the knife! It might have lice on it now! You should’ve known better Serena! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! SERENA!”
Tears streamed down my face and I started sobbing.
A couple hours later we arrived at the Hospital after the long car ride while I screamed, “OOWW!!!!!!!!!” in David’s ear. Well, I guess you know what happens next; I broke my arm. Who told you? Ha-ha! I have a big green cast that goes up to my… let’s just say thigh of my arm. It’s in a sling because it’s, like, 5 pounds heavier than I am. So that’s how I broke my arm. Then mom and dad shipped me off to the Wenstince School for the hurt. Poo you mom and dad.
Chapter 2: Tati
Hey there! I’m Tatiana Meloni. You can call me Tati for short. I’m 10 years old. I have broken the world record of biggest bubble blown with bubble gum. I used to do soccer, but I stopped. And I don’t want to brag or anything, but I bet I was the world’s awesomest jump-roper. And- yeah I kinda ran out of the good stuff to say. I’m in a wheelchair, ‘ya see. If you want I can explain why I’m in one. Do you want to know? No. Of course you don’t. Why would you want to waste your time learning how a silly little kid broke her legs anyway? ….Oh, shut up Serena. Fine, I’ll tell them, but if they think it’s not interesting, you owe me a pack of gum. I don’t even like telling how I did it. Okay guys I’ll tell you. Once upon a time, blah, blah, blah. Long story short, I have Arthritis. That is when my joints and bones are misshapen or whatever. I was born with it, so it wasn’t a problem until I was 6. I started walking funny so I got a cane. Then I had to get on crutches. Now, it got so bad, that I’m in a wheelchair and my parents shipped me off to the Wenstince School for the Hurt. There, now you know why. Go away. Goodbye.
Chapter 3: Georgia
Hi. I’m Georgia. I’m 10. 1 thing about me that you should know; I don’t like to talk, so don’t expect anything from me. My story is short and simple. I got sick when I was 7. The sickness turned into a disease. Now I’m blind. Bye.
Chapter 4: Lola
Hi. I’m Lola. I’m 10. I have a question for you. My parents shipped me off to some boarding school for the hurt but I’m not hurt!!! I have a stutter- a speech problem. I’m not hurt!!! It’s not fair!!! What’s the point of that anyway?! Sending someone who’s not hurt to a school for hurt people!!! IT’S NOT FAIR!!!!!!!!
# 5; Sarah
Hi. I’m Sarah Sharrock. I’m 10. I’m going to make my story short and simple. I have asthma. My family hates me. The shipped my off to boarding school for hurt dudes. Bye!
#6; Katie
Hi, everybody. My name is Katie. I’m 7. I go to the Wenstince School for the Hurt. I bet you’re wondering why I go to that school. Well, I’ll tell you. I live in a poor family. I was home schooled and every thing was fine. Sometimes, I even got to watch movies! Then I got a wump. That wump was named Cancer. Mama says that she can’t pay for the medicine to help me so she sent me to that school, since it’s free. Now I’m getting ready to go to school. I hope it’s fun. I don’t need more than a backpack. All I really needed were my friends-Darth Vader, C3-PO, and a Storm Trooper. I’ll miss Mama and Papa. I wonder if I’ll like school. I mean I’m still learning some words. And I’m only 7! What if I can’t understand them! I wonder if the kids and teachers there are friendly. Well, whatever it’s like there, I bet I can sneak some Fun in there somewhere! Bye!
Not the prologue anymore!
Chapter1: meeting
Serena
Well, it’s first day of school. I have no idea what it’s like.
I have no idea what it’s like at a sleep away camp, but those are only 1 or 2 months. What is it going to be like a year, a full YEAR without mom and dad? When I get to my dorm, I find a girl, about my age, sitting on one of the beds. I guess I just got myself a roomy! I don’t know why she was here though. No cast or any thing. She looked like a typical girl; Brown, long hair pulled back in a light blue headband, sparkly green eyes, and a small freckle under her left eye. She was wearing a purple jumper with a striped T-shirt. She was wearing brown leather sandals, too. When she noticed me walk in holding all of my belongings in my right hand, she got up and made a motion that I think meant she was trying to help me with my things. She helped me un-pack, and the whole thing was silent. When we were done, I said, “Thanks. Can you talk?” She nodded. “My name is Serena. I’m 10, what about you?”
She coughed, and said, “M-my n-n-name is L-L-Lola. I-I’m 10.” She let out a sigh and looked sad. I patted her on the back. Oops. Wrong hand! My giant cast almost sent Lola flying off the bed.
“Sorry!” Lola nodded. That either meant that it was okay, or she hates me now. Personally, I hope it’s the first one. A bell rung.
“Time for class, and the first day of school.”
Chapter 2; Schedule
Tati
School has started. My roomy, a girl named Georgia, has to push me around everywhere. We all had to gather around a young lady who was handing out schedules. A nametag said her name was Maisie. 1 girl wouldn’t take it. She didn’t notice it I don’t think. Maisie had to shove the schedule into her hand for the girl to finally take it. My first class was in room # 3-A. Georgia wheeled me into the elevator and I was on my way to my first period.
Chapter 3; Class
Georgia
When class started, little girl had to take my hand and had to drag me to first period. I was in room # 3-A. Finally, about 10 minutes later I arrived at the classroom. I thanked the little girl who helped me get here. I felt my way to a desk, and sat down. I fixed my hair to make sure it hung over my eyes. When everybody was here, seated and quiet, I heard footsteps. Let’s see… high-heels, size 11-women’s, most likely from Harry’s Shoes- adults of course. The shoes walked up to the front of the class.
“Hello class.” the teacher said. It was a girl, no doubt about it.
“Right now we’re going to go around the room saying our names and why we’re here. I’m Elizabeth. Now you go sweetie. You there in the front.” The girl sat up straiter. “My name is Tati. I’m 10. I go here because I have Arthritis and I need a wheelchair.” The girl next to Tati stood up. “Hi. My name is Serena. I’m 11. I broke my arm, as you can see.” Defiantly, she sat down with a thud. The girl next to Serena stood up. “Hey, there. My name’s Sarah. I’m 10. I’ve got asthma.” The girl next to Sarah stood up. “Hi. M-my n-n-name is L-Lola. I’m 10 a-a-and-“ Elizabeth interrupted her, “Yes, Lola. I think we can all tell why you’re here-no offence.” Lola nodded. It was my turn. I stood up. “Hello. I’m Georgia. I’m 10. I’m here ‘cause I’m blind.” I sat back down. Thinking every one had said their name, I was startled when a young girl’s voice quietly and nervously said, “Hi, everybody. Um, my name is Katie, and I’m 7 years old. I go to this school because I have a wump.” I couldn’t hear it, but I’m pretty sure Katie sat down. Wow, I thought. That was the quietest girl I have ever heard! Elizabeth asked, “Hi, Katie. Who are your friends?” Friends? Katie picked up something. After bonking me in the head, I was pretty sure they were plastic small things.
“Um, this is Darth Vader. And uh, that’s C-3PO and this is a Storm Trooper. They’re all from Star Wars. Isn’t that right Darth Vader? Yes it is.” Elizabeth coughed. “Okay then. Today we will be studying the art of writing. Does everybody know how to write here? Raise your hand if you don’t.”
I raised my hand. I’m blind-how can people expect me to know how too write! I heard Elizabeth’s pen scratch my name down in her binder.
“Okay,” Elizabeth said. “I’m going to teach you how to write.” I waited for Elizabeth to call me up. She coughed. “Can you come up here with a pencil, Katie?”
Chapter; Learning How to Write
Katie
I nervously walked up to the front of the classroom.
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