This party is for beautiful, normal people, not cripples like you. Get out of here, or I’ll drag you out myself!”
The music stopped abruptly. Vanessa’s shrill voice, the most popular and cruel girl in the group, echoed throughout the room. She was behind my wheelchair, roughly pushing me toward the exit, a glass of wine in her hand and a mocking smile on her face.
I felt the blood rush to my face. My hands trembled on the wheels. I had worn my best dress, done my hair, thought they were finally accepting me… but it was all a trap. They only invited me to laugh at me.
“Look at you,” Vanessa mocked as all the guests burst into laughter. “You’re blocking the dance floor. We came here to dance, not to be pitied. Wheels off!”
Tears streamed down my face. I felt like the smallest person in the world. But just as I was about to lower my head and let myself be humiliated, I remembered who I really was and whose mansion they were dancing in.
I wiped away my tears in a flash. I slammed the brakes on the chair so hard the squeak echoed in the awkward silence.
“You’re right, Vanessa,” I said in a voice so cold it wiped the smile off her face. “This party’s over.” I reached into my purse, but instead of a tissue, I pulled out a universal remote and a legal document I always carried with me. What I did in the next 30 seconds left Vanessa pale, trembling, and begging for forgiveness on her knees in front of everyone.
Continued tomorrow
