At first, I thought to myself, not another person in a wheelchair going into hard labor boot camp, which is very ironic because I'm going out of the training camp which is supposed to be a rehabilitation center. I just call it in my mind a death sentence. I wish it could be easier. Just snap my fingers and I can walk. But no, it's not like Percy Jackson when I have the lower body of a horse and no wheelchair. I slap myself back into reality. Cupid has struck me down. There's a boy in a wheelchair staring at me. What the fuck! Who is he? Don't tell me that I burnt my wishes on NYE and this is what happens! Maybe I was so drunk that I wrote the word penis and two weeks later a boy in a wheelchair turns up at the rehab center.
Panic seeps into my head. He looks like an old boyfriend of mine. The same blond hair, the same intense blue eyes, he looks like a football player. I mean, and he stared at me! I smile awkwardly. I can't speak because I am so shocked. My mother has to tell me to say hello. I do say hello, shyly. It is really awkward. I've never felt this way. There's a lot of older people in the rehab center, he and I are the only young people in the room. I felt a spark between us. I don't know what will happen next time I see him. He's charming. I feel like Hazel from The Fault in our Stars, and he's supposed to be Gus. I'm hoping I'll see him again next Friday. What the fuck am I supposed to do until then?! Fawn over the memory of him until next Friday?