It was an evening in May. I was excited for the summer. Junior year was finally wrapping up and I was happily anticipating all the fun senior events coming up. My parents were out of town so I decided to spend the night at my grandparents' house which was a five minute walk from my place. Coincidentally, my Grandpa was also out of town. He was helping my Uncle, who lives about two hours away, remodel his house. I walked u...

My eyes shoot open to the sound of hard rock blaring from the radio alarm clock sitting on my bedside table. 4:30 am, time to take a quick shower and load me and mom's gear in the truck. I walk down the hallway carrying two large back packs full of camping equipment when I am slapped with smells of coffee, bacon, eggs and pancakes. I stand by the front door now looking into the kitchen. I observe my mother, Elaine, who is...

My eyes shoot open to the sound of hard rock blaring from the radio alarm clock sitting on my bedside table. 4:30 am, time to take a quick shower and load me and mom's gear in the truck. I walk down the hallway carrying two large back packs full of camping equipment when I am slapped with smells of coffee, bacon, eggs and pancakes. I stand by the front door now looking into the kitchen. I observe my mother, Elaine, who is...

My eyes shoot open to the sound of hard rock blaring from the radio alarm clock sitting on my bedside table. 4:30 am, time to take a quick shower and load me and mom's gear in the truck. I walk down the hallway carrying two large back packs full of camping equipment when I am slapped with smells of coffee, bacon, eggs and pancakes. I stand by the front door now looking into the kitchen. I observe my mother who is already...

***Contains some Spanish dialogue!! Translations will be inparenthesesafter quotes! Story is a work of fiction*** Hello, my name is Ian and I am a 16 year-old, half-white half-Mexican, teen. I also have a mild form of muscular dystrophy that weakens my muscles. My upper body strength is probably at 75% compared to a person who does not have this disease, and my leg strength is at around 30%. This means I use a powered whe...

***Story contains Spanish dialogue. Translation of what is said is written in parentheses after quotes.*** "Ugh!" I sigh to myself. Another day of school done. My teachers suck, my grades suck, junior year sucks. Now on the bus anxious to get home. Oh, my name is Ben by the way, and this is a story about a typical day in my life. I sit and tiredly make small talk with one of my buddies sitting next to me on the bus. He st...

It was torrential. I could barely see three feet in front of me. I tried shielding my head with my binder but it was instantly soaked through. Only 4 and a half more blocks, I tell myself. My parents went on a 2 week vacation to beautiful Cancun, and I am stuck walking home in record level rain in San Diego. It is late October of my senior year of high school. I finally make it home. My stomach sinks when I realize I left...

My name is Nate and I am in a wheelchair. I have a neuro-muscular disease which makes my limbs weaker and unable to walk and perform simple daily tasks without help from others. This story starts when I was 17 years old. I have an Aunt named Mandy who for the past couple of months or so has been my "employee" of sorts. I receive government aid to hire people to help me in and out of bed, cook, shower... etc. Before it was...