4# The Wheelchair
10 of them with wheelchair were playing basketball in the court. Jonathan made most of the scores. James knew that sport, which called as “wheelchair basketball” according to the nurse in the hospital, who was about to introduce some sport activities for him.
Unfortunately, James never think that the wheelchair basketball as a sport activity. For him, it is just some kind of physiotherapy, which may cause him to be more depressed.
Jonathan scored again. By sitting on the wheelchair, shots still could be made by Jonathan. Even though the basket board was 3 metres away from the ground.
“Jon is cool right, he represents our country for wheelchair basketball this year.” Said Brian to James, who stood a side over there.
“Represent for international competition…” James was stunned. International competition was once his dream.
Jonathan noticed him, asked him to join their game. James refused, walked away, and left Brian behind.
“He will be back…” Jonathan did not mind that James was acting rude.
The next morning, James went to the court where he went with Brian the day before. No one was there. He noticed that those people were not there everyday. They need to work, of cause.
Jonathan looked like a jobless for James. And James could not imagine how Jonathan will actually look like when he wears in formal.
“Tux and tie… Impossible…” James walked slowly on the road.
People on the road noticed the weird way he walked, and looked at him with one kind.
“What is so nice to look…?” James felt so ashamed with himself.
As he walked forward, he saw Anne. Who was cared of him the most after the incident for the pass 2 years.
Anne was walking to school with her mate. She noticed James. Although James wore his cap, but he was too easy to be spotted by Anne since she knew him since they were young.
James began to run with his prosthetic. He was trying to avoid from her, who was with high school’s uniform… School uniform was something too far away for him.
“Hey Jim! You don’t have to run when you see me!” Anne caught up with him.
James fell. He could not imagine that Anne could catch him up, whom he considered as a girl with no sport cells.
“Thanks for the certificate you brought for me, and everything…” James tried to stand up. Thanked her, without looking into her eyes.
“You’re welcome.” Anne was glad that finally he spoken to her.
James stood up, “So… Goodbye.”
“Jim, wait up!” Anne said.
Without looking back, James said “ Please, I do not want to see you anymore…”
Anne was so shocked to hear those words from James’s. The tears could not be held. She was left behind and standing, crying alone.
In the evening, James went to the basketball court again. Seemed like he was readied to join the crowd. His arrival was under Jonathan’s prediction.
Jonathan offered him a sport wheelchair. The wheelchair designed for sport purposes really looked different from those normal ones.
James could not let go his sight from the sport machine. It designed like an F1 racing car. It meant for sport, that’s why it looked so cool. He wondered would he run with that wheelchair.
He sat on it. The words “I want to run faster than anyone else” flashed through his mind. He asked himself, “Can I still be in sports…?”
“Very good, boy! Alright Jim, introduce yourself.” Jonathan said.
“Hello… My name is James Taylor…” He had not sure to join, but seemed that everyone there welcomed him to play.
“Ok everyone, let’s begin.” Jonathan started their activity of the day.
He put his hand on his back, and farted. The stinky hand was then pushed onto James’s face. James was freaked out.
“James is the ghost for today!” Jonathan moved away from James swiftly with his wheelchair.
Their practice was run-and-chase. Everyone was trying to avoid from James moved as fast as they could with the wheelchairs. Other than James himself, the others were adults but still yelled like a little kid.
It was the first time James sat on a wheelchair. The first time he played the game. He was once the one who was the fastest for 100m races. But now, he was the slowest among all. In the end, he could not catch anyone.
“Don’t worry boy, everyone was that slow too like you.” Jonathan tried to console him.
“But anyway… I haven’t decide to join y’all or not…” James replied.
“Do you want to be the slowest man?” Jonathan stared at him like one kind.
“Of cause not…” James showed that kind of expression to him back.
“Anyway boy, welcome to join our team – The Scorched team! Haha…”
James was then officially joined to Jonathan’s wheelchair basketball team. From that moment on, he found something significant for him when he was empty and nothing.
To be continued...
Unfortunately, James never think that the wheelchair basketball as a sport activity. For him, it is just some kind of physiotherapy, which may cause him to be more depressed.
Jonathan scored again. By sitting on the wheelchair, shots still could be made by Jonathan. Even though the basket board was 3 metres away from the ground.
“Jon is cool right, he represents our country for wheelchair basketball this year.” Said Brian to James, who stood a side over there.
“Represent for international competition…” James was stunned. International competition was once his dream.
Jonathan noticed him, asked him to join their game. James refused, walked away, and left Brian behind.
“He will be back…” Jonathan did not mind that James was acting rude.
The next morning, James went to the court where he went with Brian the day before. No one was there. He noticed that those people were not there everyday. They need to work, of cause.
Jonathan looked like a jobless for James. And James could not imagine how Jonathan will actually look like when he wears in formal.
“Tux and tie… Impossible…” James walked slowly on the road.
People on the road noticed the weird way he walked, and looked at him with one kind.
“What is so nice to look…?” James felt so ashamed with himself.
As he walked forward, he saw Anne. Who was cared of him the most after the incident for the pass 2 years.
Anne was walking to school with her mate. She noticed James. Although James wore his cap, but he was too easy to be spotted by Anne since she knew him since they were young.
James began to run with his prosthetic. He was trying to avoid from her, who was with high school’s uniform… School uniform was something too far away for him.
“Hey Jim! You don’t have to run when you see me!” Anne caught up with him.
James fell. He could not imagine that Anne could catch him up, whom he considered as a girl with no sport cells.
“Thanks for the certificate you brought for me, and everything…” James tried to stand up. Thanked her, without looking into her eyes.
“You’re welcome.” Anne was glad that finally he spoken to her.
James stood up, “So… Goodbye.”
“Jim, wait up!” Anne said.
Without looking back, James said “ Please, I do not want to see you anymore…”
Anne was so shocked to hear those words from James’s. The tears could not be held. She was left behind and standing, crying alone.
In the evening, James went to the basketball court again. Seemed like he was readied to join the crowd. His arrival was under Jonathan’s prediction.
Jonathan offered him a sport wheelchair. The wheelchair designed for sport purposes really looked different from those normal ones.
James could not let go his sight from the sport machine. It designed like an F1 racing car. It meant for sport, that’s why it looked so cool. He wondered would he run with that wheelchair.
He sat on it. The words “I want to run faster than anyone else” flashed through his mind. He asked himself, “Can I still be in sports…?”
“Very good, boy! Alright Jim, introduce yourself.” Jonathan said.
“Hello… My name is James Taylor…” He had not sure to join, but seemed that everyone there welcomed him to play.
“Ok everyone, let’s begin.” Jonathan started their activity of the day.
He put his hand on his back, and farted. The stinky hand was then pushed onto James’s face. James was freaked out.
“James is the ghost for today!” Jonathan moved away from James swiftly with his wheelchair.
Their practice was run-and-chase. Everyone was trying to avoid from James moved as fast as they could with the wheelchairs. Other than James himself, the others were adults but still yelled like a little kid.
It was the first time James sat on a wheelchair. The first time he played the game. He was once the one who was the fastest for 100m races. But now, he was the slowest among all. In the end, he could not catch anyone.
“Don’t worry boy, everyone was that slow too like you.” Jonathan tried to console him.
“But anyway… I haven’t decide to join y’all or not…” James replied.
“Do you want to be the slowest man?” Jonathan stared at him like one kind.
“Of cause not…” James showed that kind of expression to him back.
“Anyway boy, welcome to join our team – The Scorched team! Haha…”
James was then officially joined to Jonathan’s wheelchair basketball team. From that moment on, he found something significant for him when he was empty and nothing.
To be continued...
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