I waited patiently, or, at least, I looked like I was waiting patiently. I couldn’t get it out of my head that the kids were looking at me.

Mr. Birch sniffed at the note, pushing his paper thin spectacles up his nose.

“You can sit next to Brandy,” he said, a heavy trace of British accent evident in his voice.

I dipped my head kindly. “Thank you, Mr. Birch.”

I wheeled myself over next to Brandy, who pushed the chair next to her out of the way for me.

“Lucky, huh?” she whispered, and I nodded, setting out my Biology books and notebooks (which seemed to be endless).

Mr. Birch started droning about the five kingdoms, and then he branched off into some sort of tangent about enzymes. My mind was swirling with information, much like I had felt a little while ago.

Overwhelmed.

A guy sitting next to me dropped a pen, and on instinct, I moved to give it back to him.
And then, I realized that my waist wouldn’t move. He picked it up graciously and smiled.

Right, had forgotten about that.

No walking.