He went to school the next day. He told Arthur all about what had happened. Arthur wasn't really supportive he just laughed.
"Sorry, sorry," he giggled.
"You know what go away thanks for being so supportive,"
"Isaiah I'm sorry," Arthur apologised.
"No! Go hang round with someone else because you know what I don't need you," Isaiah said firmly.
"Ok, ok fine!" Arthur said walking away.
Isaiah walked through the crowded corridor trying to avoid people, suddenly a big group of boys barged straight past him knocking him onto the floor. Isaiah hit the floor in front of the crowd. They just laughed and walked away. He would have been able to stay stood if it hadn't been for this "stupid" legs. He put his things back in his bag and tried getting up, but his arms where too weak. Finally, jack an older boy saw him he helped him up as the crowds died down.
"I'm jack" the boy said
"Thanks," Isaiah said brushing himself down.
"That's ok," he said handing Isaiah his bag.
"I'm Isaiah" he said,
"Well, see you round" Jack said walking away. Isaiah walked to maths.
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Paralysed
General FictionFollow Isaiah's story through his struggles with Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis. A touching story of a young boy's battle against ALS.
