Ill be writing these stories in order my last story i posted is here:
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OK think its time I start another tug story from my past . So for this story and any from now on if i write them, imp am going by details i have in Journals I kept at the time. First a little background. Things have changed a bit from the last story. My family had moved. My brother and sister had started public school that September but I was not able to start school tell that October when my uncle had enrolled me in the private school where he was the headmaster. I was now eight and the reason for my late start at going to school was that I had just been released from the hospital and the public schools would not take me in until after the new year.
This story actually starts a bit on my first day back to school My uncle had brought me to school that day. Being a private school I was wearing the school uniform for girls in my grade. It consisted of a long sleeve white blouse a grey tunic/jumper navy blue knee socks and black mary janes. I was seat belted in my wheelchair with my lags buckled in to lag braces attached to the foot rest pretty much immobilizing my whole lower half. My uncle was showing me around the school yard when he was called away to deal with some thing. Before he left he called out to three boys that was near by to show me around and see to it we were not late to class. Lets just say their names were Adam, Mike and Mark the three of them were friends and they were dressed in the uniform for boys in our grade. IT consisted of long sleeve white dress shirt a navy blue vest, grey dress pants and a tie and black shoes. We talked and they showed me around tell it was time to go in to the school. It was at this time our first problem became all to apparent. The school had not yet had ramps installed at the doors into the building. The boys being boys decided that the best thing to do would be to just lift me and my chair step by step (four steps) to the front door. Me not being to keen on their ideal was told to just close my eyes and “trust usâ€. So not left with any other option I closed my eyes and let them do it. Once we were in side the school we run in to my uncle who was coming with a board to use as a ramp. It was at that time we found out we were to be in the same class. After that my first day went by with out any problems . But there was two things I did not know at that time first was that these three boys would end up becoming my best friends and second any time they would tell me to trust them it would normally mean I was going to do some thing I would rather not. That is all for this part of the story in the next part I found out “trust us†is the last thing I want the hear from my friends.