Being Stupid. Chapter ThreeA Chapter by Emma Marie Taylor
It turned out they were right.
Henry did become my best friend. I guess being socially outcasted together can do that to people. Henry was the only one there for me when I felt so alone. "Do...do you....need....a...f-friend?" He had asked my first day, after I had tucked myself in the corner of the classroom, my head deep in a book. His head was cocked to the side, and he smiled at me compassionatly. The truth is, Henry is a sweetheart. By the end of the second grade, he was the one and only person I talked to at Acre Valley Elementary, and my favorite at best. I had wondered what was wrong with him. Why he was so....strange. I later found out he had a severe case of cerebral palsy. * * * It happened in the fourth grade. We were sitting at lunch together, and Henry was picking at the peas on his plate, one eye extremely concentrated on it, another seeming lost and confused. "Henry?" I had asked, my voice sheepish. "Ye..yeah, S-sage?" He shakily looked up at me and smiled. "What's wrong with you?" I asked in as sweetly as I can. Henry may have seemed stupid, but he was a smart kid. We both had an understanding with each other. When we asked each other something like that, it wasn't an insult. it was merely a question. "I....have...cere....cerebr-" He struggled, his brow furrowing in concentration. "Cerebral palsy?" I asked, nodding my head. He nodded, and looked down. "I...k-know...I...am...diff-different." "But that's not a bad thing, Henry. You are a smart, sweet kid." I told him, patting his hand. Suddenly, he had shakily brought his hand on top of mine and squeezed it, "And...so...are....you, Sage." * * * "Did you study for the English final today, Henry?" I ask, flipping through our French textbook in resource room. He looked over at me and nodded. Over the years, Henry had transformed into quite the attractive boy. His eyes were more focused, and his speech was slightly better, his blond curls had grown from scraggly and uncombed to shiny and gold. His blue eyes sparked brighter in his teens. If it weren't for his severe disorder and lack of communication skills, girls would be all over him. "Wanna help me?" I ask, scooting closer to his chair. "Okay," he said, and slowly pulled the textbook to him. "School....is...to...people....as....traffic is to..." The bell rings, and we both jump up from our seats. I help Henry load his books into his backpack, so we can move faster, and walk out with him to the door. "What...class....are you-" "History," i answer, and grab his hand, steering him in the halls. "Aww! Look, the lovebirds are holding hands!" someone snickers as we walk past, and I turn my head to see Missy Banks cackling behind, tossing a glossy black curl behind her shoulder. "Shut up, Missy." i say, and walk faster. "Excuse me?" She shouts, and stomps up to me. I turn around and take a deep breath. "S-Sage-" Henry starts. "Oh shut up, knobhead," Missy snapped, throwing his bookbag out of his hands. Henry stared blankly at it and looked up at my steaming angry face, shaking his head. "S-Sage...n-no-" I shoved Missy against the wall and grabbed her by her expensive white blouse, "You leave him alone. Leave us alone." I shout, and pull her towards me, then push her against the wall again, I scoop up Henry's bookbag, and grab his hand. "Come on, Henry," I say. © 2012 Emma Marie TaylorAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorEmma Marie TaylorMuncie, INAboutI am fifteen years old. I am a sophomore in high school, and writing is my passion. I love poetry, books, novellas, short stories, limericks, lyrics, stories, journals, blogs, chapters, etc. I lov.. more..Writing
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