My brother’s in a wheelchair

Abby's POV

I'm feeling pretty much enby today... HOODIE AND SWEATPANTS!

The demigirl  privilege of being whoever the hell you want, girl, nothing or somewhere in between.

"Abby, come help your brother get his stuff for school!" My mom yells through the door as I finish getting dressed. It's hard having a disabled brother and being a quiet demigirl. Comments about everything but having to be strong through it all. I didn't choose any of this. I run out to my brother's room to help him. He was born without any movement in his legs. He has a special handicapped school with all his disabled friends.

"What's up Jac?" I ask as I arrive next to his bedroom door.

"Hand me those two books over there please ."

I scurry over and hand him the two books that he was pointing to. He puts them in his bag and follows me out to the breakfast table. We always have breakfast together before school.

"Morning Abbs," my mother greats me peacefully handing me a plate of pancakes for breakfast.

"Morning mom," I reply with a crooked smile.

I go sit down on my usual spot, I've sat on this spot for as long as I can remember. We all eat our way through our breakfast making small talk.

"I asked my friend Sophia if she wanted to come over sometime. I haven't gotten an answer but she wants to come," my brother says from his end of the table.

"Ok, she can come over anytime. Did you meet at school?" my dad asked quietly.

"Yeah, she's blind. We met years ago I don't know how I've never brought her up."

My heart stops. I've seen the blind girl he talks to at school. She's drop dead gorgeous. Long sleek light blonde hair and a perfect figure, I can't believe she might be coming over... I know it's supposed to be for my brother, but he needs my help a lot of the time so I might actually get to talk to her. I might get to talk to her.

The usual morning chatter goes on and my brother gets all his stuff ready and I get all mine ready. It's hard having to take care of my twin more than myself. I just have to deal with it. My black backpack is still sitting in the corner of my room next to my desk where I tried to do my EMS homework yesterday.

I grab my last book from my drawers and my pencil case from my desk where I left it yesterday. I run downstairs and shove my lunchbox into my bag and head out to the car. We drive a huge black van special for people with wheelchairs. It's always the same system every morning. My parents push him up and I attach the chair to the clutches that keep it in place while driving.

We always drop him at school first so we can make sure everything is ok. That's how I saw Sophia before. She was walking in and he called out to her. I don't know why I remembered that. I got back in the car as he pushed himself into the building headed off to his class. I had to go to normal school, for normal kids.

It's a ten minute drive between the schools. I usually spend my peaceful ten (that's what I call my free time away from caring for my brother or my friends) scrolling through my Instagram explore page. It's just a little escape from reality. A little chance to breathe.

I arrive at my school and already see the cliques gathered around the front of the building. I don't fit in in this stuck up high school. So I just go to the few friends I have in this rundown shithole. Emma and Derrick are the only two people here I can talk to without wanting to throw a hammer through their skull. We stick together through every day.

The bell goes and we all head to homeroom for another day of complete torture for hours.