Whole or in Pieces [Stewarts]
Aug 28, 2013 4:09:22 GMT -5
Post by Tomer Berelowitz on Aug 28, 2013 4:09:22 GMT -5
If there was a day when no other part of Tomer's body past his feet touched the stairs, it was a red letter day. Literally. He put a big red X on his calendar. So far there was one. And that was because a teacher had caught him the second before his brain matter would've decorated the bannister wall holding the railings.
He'd been having a bad day in general. Waking up barely able to move meant he'd been restless during sleep, and Zeb had had to help him outside to release the stored energy. In his wheelchair. Any day that started with a trip in the chair was automatically rotten. And then he'd spilled his milk at breakfast, all over the math homework he was finishing, and by the time it was mopped up the pencil was so faint Tomer didn't know if the teacher would be able to see it. His shoes came untied. At least three kids told him to 'move it' in the halls during passing, as if he weren't going as fast as he could. They ran out of chocolate pudding cups at lunch just a few kids before his turn. And finally, he missed three words on his spelling test and dropped his pencil twice.
Definitely first world problems, but still things that made him cranky. If Uncle Josh was a Disney Princess, Tomer was the Disney Luckless Male Sidekick. So by the time classes were over, if he stuffed his books into his backpack a little harder than usual he certainly had cause. Tomer was tired, out of sorts, and his arms and middle back ached. He waited in his seat like he usually did for most of the other kids to rush out before he left, and then made his slow way out the door.
Near the stairs he thought he'd forgotten to pick up the make up spelling words and opened his bag to check. He lodged himself against the far wall near one of the staircases and rummaged through his pack, bag slung over his shoulder but on his front as he searched.
A scuffle broke out between a pair of boys in the hallway; Tomer ignored it. But one of the boys was shoved right into him. His crutches clattered to the floor and Tomer slid against the smooth wall and pinched his fingers when he tried to catch the railing. The failed attempted to catch himself just twisted his body into a perfect stage-dive position, books and papers flying.
Seriously, what was his life even.
He'd been having a bad day in general. Waking up barely able to move meant he'd been restless during sleep, and Zeb had had to help him outside to release the stored energy. In his wheelchair. Any day that started with a trip in the chair was automatically rotten. And then he'd spilled his milk at breakfast, all over the math homework he was finishing, and by the time it was mopped up the pencil was so faint Tomer didn't know if the teacher would be able to see it. His shoes came untied. At least three kids told him to 'move it' in the halls during passing, as if he weren't going as fast as he could. They ran out of chocolate pudding cups at lunch just a few kids before his turn. And finally, he missed three words on his spelling test and dropped his pencil twice.
Definitely first world problems, but still things that made him cranky. If Uncle Josh was a Disney Princess, Tomer was the Disney Luckless Male Sidekick. So by the time classes were over, if he stuffed his books into his backpack a little harder than usual he certainly had cause. Tomer was tired, out of sorts, and his arms and middle back ached. He waited in his seat like he usually did for most of the other kids to rush out before he left, and then made his slow way out the door.
Near the stairs he thought he'd forgotten to pick up the make up spelling words and opened his bag to check. He lodged himself against the far wall near one of the staircases and rummaged through his pack, bag slung over his shoulder but on his front as he searched.
A scuffle broke out between a pair of boys in the hallway; Tomer ignored it. But one of the boys was shoved right into him. His crutches clattered to the floor and Tomer slid against the smooth wall and pinched his fingers when he tried to catch the railing. The failed attempted to catch himself just twisted his body into a perfect stage-dive position, books and papers flying.
Seriously, what was his life even.
