My mother won't come with me, nor will my friends from my old school. I felt abandoned by my family and friends. I got to third year and before I knew it I was quickly making friends, one of my friends was Anthony Bates. We became very friends then we decided to form a small group like the three musketeers. We both became very good friends with Scott Fredrick and the three of us played, worked and had sleepovers all year round. Third grade was coming to an end and I had broken my leg over a dirt bike accent. I was so afraid of what my friends would think of me as a cripple that I remember crying and crying in the bathroom before entering the classroom. My mom and my teacher helped me through the door and everyone was so kind and concerned about what happened to me. Sometimes I felt left out, like going out to play. I couldn't because my leg was healing. I remember my friends so wanted to push me in the wheelchair. I just let Anthony and Scoot push me until I was able to walk. Soon my third year was