Eighty Three

DEVAN

Time they say, had a way of doing things to you, changing you, breaking you, or making you. In all of these processes, you were considered as a chief factor, and I was in this one, somehow.

Mornings were usually the busiest, school work, and having to endure the taunting and long stares from everyone at school.

Not like I cared much though, but driving through the school halls always had a way of reminding me of a life I had once lived, in fear and in the shadows. That life was due for a change.

Maybe, it was time I did something really meaningful with my life. I didn't know what it was then, but I was getting there. It was only going to take a short while now.

I tapped my hands gently against the wheelchair, as I drove through the halls receiving the usual whispers, and hushed talks from the bunch of students around the hallway.

Exhaustion got the better of me, as I shook my head slightly in pity. "You don't look so good, Devan." A voice said behind m