They Mocked Me for My Prosthetic Leg — But Then the Black SUVs Showed Up.
The high school hallway smelled like floor wax, stale cafeteria pizza, and cheap body spray—a combination that always made my stomach turn.
I held my history textbook against my chest like a shield, eyes down, counting the tiles on the floor. One, two, three. Breathe.
Just get to third period. I knew the routine better than anyone. Don’t make eye…
The high school hallway smelled like floor wax, stale cafeteria pizza, and cheap body spray—a combination that always made my stomach turn.
I held my history textbook against my chest like a shield, eyes down, counting the tiles on the floor. One, two, three. Breathe.
Just get to third period. I knew the routine better than anyone. Don’t make eye…
