I Became The Academy's Disabled Student Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Ms. Harrison, I made a mistake! “I was only thinking about the school’s reputation!” Then she looked up and pointed at me. “Mason has an intellectual disability! He can’t understand normal people! “Giving a direct-admission spot to someone like him would make the whole school look bad! “Your family has a reputation to protect too. Do you really want everyone to know you have a disabled brother?” Claire did not even look at her. She pulled a document from her bag and threw it into Ms. Turner’s face. “Open your eyes and read it.”

There's an email from AC that I'm pointedly ignoring because I don't know what to do. Me, Zach, Max, Eliot and Oscar have enough credits to pass the year... just. But our attendance isn't good enough. After Zahra's kidnapping, we basically stopped attending, and while the academy has given us some discretion under the circumstances, it's still touch and go whether we'll pass the year. Even if we do, we'd still have to return next year for our final year. Now I'm mated, I really fucking don't want to.

She was placed in a position depicting the likeness of a beggar. Dale had always wanted to evade East Bay far away from the tortures of Ken and Nicky to at least start a new life. But it now seemed that the last good man on earth had been killed. The journey had caused a tremendous change in her life pattern. The constant smirking he got from different situations had caused a concussion. Her brain had suffered a lot of whiplash and pounding lately. Her head now slightly bent towards her left shoulder, this defect which caused the head and brain to shake quickly backwards was now something to deal with. Now she had become physically disabled.

“Do you agree?” She nodded. “Sure, it's such a good idea. This is why you are one of the best students. How come I have never thought about this…” She said, squeezing me on the shoulders as she walked past me. The principal moved towards the black audio lectern, clearing her throat. “Now that the top three students of the evaluation test have been announced, I would like to give special honor to one of our students in the sculpting major. Despite her disability, she managed to win the hearts of the teachers by participating in the first evaluation test”

He only saw the student-run away towards the dark bushes and disappear. Isaac came back to me and knelt down to check on me. "You are okay?" "What was that?" I stared at Isaac with a pair of confused eyes. I was moaning and feeling nauseous and very dizzy. I tried to get up, but it was too heavy. I couldn't even move my legs. Issac held me down. Very carefully, he carried me behind his back. "Don't be too surprised. You will often come across such things while studying here. Countless people were trying to attack and bring down this academy. We often receive random attacks like that. Because of that, students are prohibited from being in school until evening."

She absentmindedly sat next to Landon and paid more attention to what he was saying. It was really a devastating point in Royal Blue academy when their star player took the toll and they lost the game.The school even decided to cut football completely from the program and that really bummed a lot of the students. ‘I had to take my lessons in the hospital and the doctors told me that I couldn't walk.It was really a down time but I wasn't miserable cause of my leg,I was miserable cause I was surrounded my gadgets and pain wherever my wheelchair took me.It wasn't a pleasant thing to see especially in the emergency unit.I watched a little girl scream in pain while the nurse kept brushing her wou

Not Unit 1314, not anyone's idea of an obedient, well-behaved son—just myself. … Later, I went to college and majored in psychology. The day my acceptance letter arrived, Dad read it over and over, unable to take his eyes off it. Sapphire's eyes shone with joy as well. After graduation, I joined a nonprofit organization dedicated to helping kids who had survived similar academies. Some of them had lost the ability to speak; some had forgotten how to cry; some couldn't feel anger anymore. When they first arrived, their eyes were completely hollow.

A throat clearing snaps me out of my trance. “Oh… um,” I start, embarrassed at being caught staring. “Sorry, I'm a little lost here. I'm not feeling myself,” I say with a sigh and flop down onto the couch. I try to process what the hell is going on. “Due to your circumstances, I am going to assume you know nothing. Here at Greys Academy, our students are gifted…” he begins. “Wait, gifted?” I interrupt, “I think there's been a mistake. I'm not gifted, I got a pass in all my exams but nothing that makes me stand out,”

"Why are you hiding here?" Elliot looked at the boy in a flat cap. There was a hint of impatience in his voice. It was the parking lot. If his driver had not seen him, the car might have reversed into this boy. The vice headmaster instantly explained, "Mr. Foster, this boy enrolled in our academy last week. He doesn't talk to strangers." All the students in the academy, irrespective of whether they were adults or children, had some form of mental impairment.

I wasn’t sure if he would agree to teach me, but if I was going to have any luck, I needed the best. Aside from them, there was a college graduate, who was also in the entertainment industry. She always wore a mask to hide her identity, but it was documented in her profile that she could tutor in art, music, drama, dance, and anything related. I didn’t know if she would help, but art was a required course for graduation, so I added her to my list. I was also curious who she was. The last one I found was the one I was most interested in. Not because he was a history and English tutor, but because he had opened a program to help disadvantaged students. The school was called Acadia Academy, but