"Please, please, please, Mrs. Cope! I know I can do something, please don't make me switch!"
One of my first lines of my first day at Forks High School. Of course the they would notice me picking up my schedule.
"I'm sorry, sweetie, but with your condition, I don't think gym class would be a very good idea." She looked so sympathetic.
"At least give me a chance! I can throw and catch! I could shoot a basketball, or keep score..." I kept pleading. Just because I couldn't run, didn't mean I couldn't do other things. I hated being weak.
Mrs. Cope sighed and smiled gently, getting up from her small desk and coming over to put a hand on my