I close my eyes, hoping for all the laughter to blow away like dandelion fuzz in the wind.  My face is turning into a neon pink, and my stomach is filled with a queasy feeling.  I wish everyone realized, that nobody is perfect, and that everyone loved me for who I was.

A new school, father passing, moving from one state to another, losing friends, and school getting harder and harder.   Yeah, that all happened in three months.  My name is Delaney, I am thirteen years old, and I have been diagnosed with Dyslexia, and ADHD.  I’m dumb.  I’m as dumb as a donkey.  I can’t spell, read or write.  My face is messed up, and my hands twitch whenever I try to grab something.  I can’t do much, when you are stuck in a silver and black, rusty wheelchair, it’s almost impossible to much of  anything.  A thirteen year old usually can do almost everything on their own, but not me.  My grandmother is about the only person that I like in this world.  My mom is always working and doesn’t have time for me, father has passed, and my other family members just make fun of me.  My grandmother, a fragile ball of love, never fails to make me smile. 
Today is my first day at my new school, “Pioneer Middle School”.  Trembling thoughts, and an aching stomach, I wheeled my wheelchair to the entrance door.  Back at my old school, kids never stopped teasing me, kids purposely threw their books on me, called me names, and oh man, the lunchroom was the worst part. 
“Alright sweetheart ready for your big day?” asked my grandma.
“I..I..I...th..in.k” I mumbled.
“Oh don’t you worry baby, this new school will be awesome!” exclaimed my grandma.
But she was one hundred percent wrong.  The whole day kids gave me the “who-is-that-ugly-beast” look or the “I-think-I’m-gonna-have-nightmares” look. The worst part of my day, was coming face to face with Kassidy George, she was the school's “popular” girl.
“EWWWW, who are you” she screamed.
Her vicious eyes, hazel and sneaky, stared me down waiting for an answer.  I couldn’t say anything!  Hands twitching, and heart pounding, laughter surrounded me.  I close my eyes, hoping for all the laughter to blow away, like dandelion fuzz in the wind.  My face is turning into a neon pink, and my stomach is filled with a queasy feeling. She snickered, rolled her eyes, and finally walked away.  I just wanted to go curl up in a ball in a far away land.  Finally, the bell rang, my eyes filled with tears. 
That night at home, my grandmother hummed a song as she braided my long golden hair.  Her voice was soothing and after the day that I had, that was so, so, comforting. 
“How was your first day” she exclaimed.
“Well, umm,”
“Tell me the truth delaney, how was your first day,” this time with a little more frustration in her voice.
“It.. w...a..s HORRIBLE!, ever..yone lo..ok...ed at me like a I was a u..u..gly chimp, and if a..nyo..ne talked to m..m..e, nothing nice ca..m..e out of their m..mouth!” I screamed!
“Oh darling, I’m so sorry!”
My eyes became soaked with tears.
“You are perfect just the way you are! Everyone is different, and actually sweetheart nobody is perfect!” She softly said.
I couldn’t say anything, I only could hug her.  As I hugged her, I looked over her shoulder and glanced at the coffee table.  There laid a picture of my mother and I, back when she used to care about me. 
That night I layed in bed thinking about all the changes and obstacles my life has thrown at me.  I think about all the people at school, and how much everyone hates me.  I thought about my mother, and how I wanted her to make time for me and love me.  I wish everyone realized, that nobody is perfect, and that everyone loved me for who I was, but for now, I just have to live life to the fullest, and love myself for who I am.