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Published by maxabiel12, 2015-09-15 19:14:41

Musculardystrophystoryasssiengment

Musculardystrophystoryasssiengment with front cover

O​nce​​apon in the mystical land Tennisha 3 yrs. ago a hero

named john was 12.For harth our young hero was readying for
thys greatest foe. he would first have to change from his
soccer outfit because the team had a very important
practice. unlike tuesday when the sky decided it would rain,
so our hero had to like totally wait for what had like many a
moon and a fortnight by itself. What made it even worse I…
ugh our hero didn’t get an umbrella even though he asked for
it and his mother(Jessica) acted like a total witch witch with a
CAPITAL B! Anyways beside that totally bull- day and after
our hero changed he was ready to go to the doctors
office.Dr.Hill: ​Muscular dystrophy M​e/hero: ugh..what's that.​Well
frankly I'm not surprised you don't know, It's new and seems like
the perfect explanation to your recent ...“body actions”. ​uh, so
what should I do? E​xcuse me? ​Oh you know, like medicine. ​I'm
sorry to tell you this Mr.Parker ,but there is no cure. Here on it
will only get worse and worse. M​om started to cry and right
then at that very moment I knew I was screwed.

(Que the title jack)

​My life:(First Day)

   Ch. 1: A new year rises                           date:​_____________ 

Highschool my mortal foe, well not really on the moral and or
foe side. Actual my first year didn’t suck to hard I realised
that my best friend jack who was also surprised(we've been
neighbors and close friends for a long time, even longer than
my muscular dystrophy appointment. But that was over
three years ago).​Besides people pointing at my wheelchair
and treating me like a child.​Now I'm a sophomore ,and ready
for my new year. Plus last year I met my cool friend sarah
and my aphrodite Jessica. With her beautiful curls made of
gold, her pale skin that out shines the moon, her lips that are
so red the could burn through the worlds hottest pepper. Her
Sarah that… opps. I didn't notice that she snuck up to me.D​ay
dreaming agian, John,she said.​Oh you noticed, huh? ​Well we did
have a whole year,said Jack.​​Great the whole gang's here, now
let's go solve the mystery of the school ghoul. ​Oh please
scooby-doo jokes even when you're in highschool.​Ruh-roh! W​e all
started to laugh and, then we went to go look for our new
classes on the board. Luckily we all had the same classes,
except for connections and third period.We all said goodbye,
good thing too because I was ​running ​wheeling late to
homeroom, Worried for my first period.
   Ch.2  Why I hate sports: 
I'm not lazy, as a matter of facts I use to love soccer. As a
matter of fact I still watch the world cup circuit every year.
It's just that...I can't, I can't i just can't do it LITERALLY. I've
been in a wheelchair for over three years and I've done

physical therapy for even longer, but that doesn't stop my pe
teachers. Mr.O'hara thinks that all of that is in my head and
i'm only holding myself back, as if he could be the one magical
person to cure my dystrophy. But he still says stuff like:

Come on Parker pike up the pace
there,a​nd,​How do you expect to get to get

to the bell when you can't even get onto
the rope,​or even​, Git wit the program,
parker. It's just one measly push-up.H​ere
let me show you. ​And so we just stand there watching a
54 year old man doing push ups in front of children (less
than half his age shall I remind you) until the bell rings
because he didn't give us anything else to do.(Bell rings) And
we all leave I don't say a word, Mr. O'hara still doing push ups,
and everyone either laughing or talking about me and the
coach. Man I really hate P.E.

C​h.3 My Childhood: 

Since I didn't know anyone in my third period and since Im
such a wiz at math I decided to take a little day dream. I
tried to remember back to before I had dystrophy. Some
days it's hardier than others although it was only three years,
sometimes I think just for split second I had it my whole life.
But only one second. Anyways this time i had a good one I
just got the last goal for my team. Now we could go to the
semi finals… I couldn't go though. It was raining that day and
my mom was late. I was shivering … a lot like way too much.

My hands started to shake and they were hard to move. Like
I was trying move a really heavy truck with the force. My legs
felt like jelly, I felt weak. I thought that it was just from my
soccer match so I didn't talk about it about it when my mom
came. It only got worse and worse until I finally fell down the
stairs from my room. My mom came rushing out to find me. I
told her everything with no flaws. I got an appointment with
doctor Hill. After that my family went to all of my games. I
heard chairs moving so I stopped day dreaming and was
getting ready to leave. The bell rang.

​Ch. 4 When the Night Falls​:
I went on the bus after fourth period. It was a long way back
to my house, especially because me and Jack decided not to
sit next to each other any more. That was really dumb of
me considering he was chattering it up with his new friends in
the back on the first day, while people wouldn't even talk let
alone look at me long enough because they thought it would be
affensivence. I waited thirty minutes to get out of my seat
and an extra five due to getting my wheelchair on me and out
the bus. I strolled home glad I didn't have any homework or
how my dad didn't notice me going up into my room. I did the
first day of school face plant as I could(I fell off my bed and
multiple floor face plants). Up until I finally gave up and just
layed down on the mattress not saying a single word
reflecting on my day.Laying down on top of my sheets laying
my contracted fingers on my chest, thinking of what to write

in my journal (tada this is my journal if you were wondering).
Why did I just write to myself? Ugh… anyways I just decided
to go to sleep and think what tomorrow would look like (
hopefully like Jessica).By the way mom I'll know for a fact if
you're reading this since I wrote this today and when you'll
asked about this. But last night I had such an amazing dream
about jessica, but jack kept saying beep and beep and beep
and… oh ! I'm gonna be late for day two.

​The End.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Ideas: John parker[real name johnny but 
hates it] age 12­15­ suicidal? 
best friend jack 
friend girl ends up with sarah   
crush jessica 
parents jessica, matthew 
dr.j.hills 
coach hearon 
math mrs.smith 
la­mrs wright 
sci­mrs michaela 
ss­ least fav. Ms.coroner 


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