Thirty Days

Thirty days to say goodbye... |Option two of the NaNoWriMo competition!|


4. Twenty-Seven



I hadn't noticed it before, but now I see that my walk has changed. 

Involutarily, it seems that I now no longer put any effort into moving my leg, and instead my gait has changed to that of a step-drag step-drag, as my injured leg trails along behind my working one.

My breathing deepens as I take slow steps into school, careful to not let my leg bump on anything hard. I can hear the whispers that surround me as I walk to my locker, and I can see, out of the corner of my eyes, the pointing that commences as I make my way to my classes.

My head held high, I walk from class to class, like it doesn't bother me. 

Even though it does.

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