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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Kids
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Inspirational / Uplifting
- Published: 05/25/2018
Our Recess Win
Born 2007, F, from Portland OR, United StatesEverything started to seem better in Ohio. Then we moved. Again. I’ve moved 20 times in my life, about twice a year. Mom tells me it’s for my own good. She’s been trying to find a better doctor ever since she figured out:
I was crippled.
My name is Samuel Lexington. I’m 10, and I’m currently in 5th grade. I never get used to how people walk away from me that quickly. That was another reason Mom moved: For me to get more friends.
This is my goal today: To find a new friend. At least, I should find someone to talk to me. Not just “Hello.” But more. I started walking on the sidewalk, heading for the park. As I arrived, I spotted a boy with a baseball hat on his head. He wore a shirt that said: “My name is Tom.” He looked pretty nice, so I walked over to him.
“Hi Tom,” I said, “can we play?”
Tom started to smile, but frowned when he saw my crippled legs, along with my walking stick.
“Oh! You’re the new weirdo with bad legs!” Tom shouted out.
I looked at him a bit angrily. “I’m not a weirdo!” I protested.
“Yes, you are!” Tom replied.
“You’re mean!” I said back, unexpectedly.
“Weirdos like you are NOT approved in this town!” Tom said with a growl. “Now GET AWAY before the police come!” Tom snickered and pushed me into a bush. He grabbed my walking stick and shoved it in a bush ten feet away from me. I tried to get up and fight, but I was useless without my walking stick. Tom ran away, laughing really hard.
“HELP!” I shouted. “I CAN’T WALK!” Nobody responded. “HELP!” I kept shouting until my voice got hoarse. I tried to grab a nearby twig to replace my walking stick, but it didn’t help at all. Suddenly, a voice said: “Can I help?”
A young girl looked at me. She had blond hair and had big eyes full of hope. As the girl walked over, she made a big smile.
“My name is Lily. Nice to meet you,” the girl said. She looked at me. “You look troubled! Can I help you?”
“Yes.” I replied. “My walking stick is over at that bush, and I can’t get up.”
“I’ll help!” Lily brought the walking stick over to me. She even offered to clean the leaves off of it. I was relieved that in this new town, there was still someone who would be nice to me. Lily waved to me as I started to head home. I could never forget her big, shiny smile.
** (One Day Later)**
Mom held my hand as we walked down the sidewalk. I carried a backpack on my back. “I feel nervous. Can I skip school?” I asked Mom pleadingly.
“You’ll be fine,” Mom assured me. Moments later, we arrived at my new school: Sunny Bridge Elementary.
“I wish you luck.” Mom said to me and gave me a tight hug and a kiss. She smelled of fresh roses. Mom waved to me as I slowly got absorbed into the crowd of kids running around the entrance to the school. Nobody seemed to notice me and most were having fun. I walked in the school and looked around to spot my classroom. There it was: Room 304.
Many kids had already sat down at their desks when I arrived. The teacher was writing a morning message on the whiteboard. Soon, the bell rang and everyone sat in their seats. The teacher faced her young audience. “Hello everyone!” the teacher said brightly. She was a young woman who had blond hair and glasses. “Today, we have a new student. Samuel, could you please stand up?”
I stumbled a bit as I worked my way up. Everyone looked at me, and the butterflies in my stomach just fluttered two times faster.
“Hello, Samuel. My name is Ms. Smelker,” the teacher introduced. “Class, please let Samuel feel welcome in the classroom.” Some kids looked at my walking stick, while others didn’t make a huge deal about it. In the classroom, I saw Lily waving to me, and my face lightened up. But my smile started to fade when I noticed Tom was sitting on the opposite side of the classroom, sticking out a tongue at me.
In the morning, Ms. Smelker taught us some reading and language arts. Her lessons were pretty fun. She showed pictures and funny videos. After half an hour, we lined up for P.E. I wondered if the P.E teacher was strict as we walked down the hallways. When we arrived at the gym, the P.E teacher was surprisingly a woman with a tag that said “Ms. Carry”. I imagined a bulky man with bulging muscles on his arms!
Ms. Carry instructed us to run three laps in the gym as a warm-up. She let me sit out because of my legs. After ten minutes of waiting, Ms. Carry gathered us in a circle.
“Hello class!” Ms. Carry said in a loud voice. “Today we are going to learn how to play two square. We will be gathering four students in the middle of the circle to demonstrate the game in pairs. Samuel, why don’t you give it a shot?” I stood up, and she called three other kids: Tom, Lily, and a girl named Sandy. Lily stood at my side, while Tom and Sandy stood across from us. I leaned on my walking stick using one hand, and my other hand was ready for hitting the ball.
“Let’s start the game, kiddos!” Ms. Carry boomed.
Tom served the ball to us, and I hit it to the other side, barely managing my balance. “Nice job!” Lily said. “You’re managing pretty good with a walking stick!” Tom frowned, and he hit the ball at the corner of the boundary line, and Lily barely hit the ball over the other side. Tom slammed the ball, and Lily hit it to Sandy, who didn’t pass the ball back in time.
“That was a nice demonstration!” Ms. Carry said to us. “But Tom could’ve hit the ball lighter.” Tom mouthed to Lily and me, “We’ll meet at recess to figure out the TRUE winners, and they will definitely NOT have a crippled boy on their side.”
After doing some math in Ms. Smelker’s classroom, it was recess time. As I went out the doors, Lily pulled me over to the two-square court. It was much bigger than the one in P.E. Tom and Sandy were already standing there, and Sandy didn’t seem happy about it.
“Let’s start!” Tom hollered as kids gathered around the court. “How come the kid with the walking stick can play two-square?” Well, Lily did most of the work last time, I thought.
Tom hit the ball to us, and Lily passed it back. Sandy hit the ball and I barely hit the ball over the line. I almost toppled down, and Lily helped me up quickly. Tom became furious and slammed the ball to the other side. I decided to reach for the ball. “NO!” Lily shouted as I jumped up. My hand slapped the ball, and I knew it would make it. But I didn’t see where the ball went as I crashed down to the ground, feeling a surge of pain.
“Help!” Lily said.
The kids crowded over, and a recess duty teacher carried me into the office. Tom stood there, victorious, but no one seemed to care. Did the ball make it? Why was Tom so happy?
As I lay on the office bed, Lily came over. “Did the ball make it?” I whispered.
“That’s not important!” Lily said. “But it went out of court, so Tom and Sandy were the winners.” Kids piled in, looking at me. “Are you okay?” a kid asked. “What happened?” another questioned. Tom shoved his way in and shouted: “I JUST PROVED THAT CRIPPLED KIDS ARE LOSERS!” Everyone stared at him. “You’re not helping.” a kid murmured. I felt even better as more kids started to come in to visit me. Finally, I was not just a helpless kid with whom no one wanted to bother.
After several minutes, I was excused from the office. As I walked out, many kids came over to me, wanting to hang out. I felt like a celebrity. But I noticed Lily was standing at the corner, and she looked lonely. I came over to Lily, and the group of kids followed. “Hey,” I said to Lily, “do you want to play with us? Everyone is welcome.”
Lily started to smile. “I’d love to.”
Lily, a huge group of kids, and I walked together back to class, and we held hands. I can’t wait for recess, I thought happily.
Our Recess Win(Sadie)
Everything started to seem better in Ohio. Then we moved. Again. I’ve moved 20 times in my life, about twice a year. Mom tells me it’s for my own good. She’s been trying to find a better doctor ever since she figured out:
I was crippled.
My name is Samuel Lexington. I’m 10, and I’m currently in 5th grade. I never get used to how people walk away from me that quickly. That was another reason Mom moved: For me to get more friends.
This is my goal today: To find a new friend. At least, I should find someone to talk to me. Not just “Hello.” But more. I started walking on the sidewalk, heading for the park. As I arrived, I spotted a boy with a baseball hat on his head. He wore a shirt that said: “My name is Tom.” He looked pretty nice, so I walked over to him.
“Hi Tom,” I said, “can we play?”
Tom started to smile, but frowned when he saw my crippled legs, along with my walking stick.
“Oh! You’re the new weirdo with bad legs!” Tom shouted out.
I looked at him a bit angrily. “I’m not a weirdo!” I protested.
“Yes, you are!” Tom replied.
“You’re mean!” I said back, unexpectedly.
“Weirdos like you are NOT approved in this town!” Tom said with a growl. “Now GET AWAY before the police come!” Tom snickered and pushed me into a bush. He grabbed my walking stick and shoved it in a bush ten feet away from me. I tried to get up and fight, but I was useless without my walking stick. Tom ran away, laughing really hard.
“HELP!” I shouted. “I CAN’T WALK!” Nobody responded. “HELP!” I kept shouting until my voice got hoarse. I tried to grab a nearby twig to replace my walking stick, but it didn’t help at all. Suddenly, a voice said: “Can I help?”
A young girl looked at me. She had blond hair and had big eyes full of hope. As the girl walked over, she made a big smile.
“My name is Lily. Nice to meet you,” the girl said. She looked at me. “You look troubled! Can I help you?”
“Yes.” I replied. “My walking stick is over at that bush, and I can’t get up.”
“I’ll help!” Lily brought the walking stick over to me. She even offered to clean the leaves off of it. I was relieved that in this new town, there was still someone who would be nice to me. Lily waved to me as I started to head home. I could never forget her big, shiny smile.
** (One Day Later)**
Mom held my hand as we walked down the sidewalk. I carried a backpack on my back. “I feel nervous. Can I skip school?” I asked Mom pleadingly.
“You’ll be fine,” Mom assured me. Moments later, we arrived at my new school: Sunny Bridge Elementary.
“I wish you luck.” Mom said to me and gave me a tight hug and a kiss. She smelled of fresh roses. Mom waved to me as I slowly got absorbed into the crowd of kids running around the entrance to the school. Nobody seemed to notice me and most were having fun. I walked in the school and looked around to spot my classroom. There it was: Room 304.
Many kids had already sat down at their desks when I arrived. The teacher was writing a morning message on the whiteboard. Soon, the bell rang and everyone sat in their seats. The teacher faced her young audience. “Hello everyone!” the teacher said brightly. She was a young woman who had blond hair and glasses. “Today, we have a new student. Samuel, could you please stand up?”
I stumbled a bit as I worked my way up. Everyone looked at me, and the butterflies in my stomach just fluttered two times faster.
“Hello, Samuel. My name is Ms. Smelker,” the teacher introduced. “Class, please let Samuel feel welcome in the classroom.” Some kids looked at my walking stick, while others didn’t make a huge deal about it. In the classroom, I saw Lily waving to me, and my face lightened up. But my smile started to fade when I noticed Tom was sitting on the opposite side of the classroom, sticking out a tongue at me.
In the morning, Ms. Smelker taught us some reading and language arts. Her lessons were pretty fun. She showed pictures and funny videos. After half an hour, we lined up for P.E. I wondered if the P.E teacher was strict as we walked down the hallways. When we arrived at the gym, the P.E teacher was surprisingly a woman with a tag that said “Ms. Carry”. I imagined a bulky man with bulging muscles on his arms!
Ms. Carry instructed us to run three laps in the gym as a warm-up. She let me sit out because of my legs. After ten minutes of waiting, Ms. Carry gathered us in a circle.
“Hello class!” Ms. Carry said in a loud voice. “Today we are going to learn how to play two square. We will be gathering four students in the middle of the circle to demonstrate the game in pairs. Samuel, why don’t you give it a shot?” I stood up, and she called three other kids: Tom, Lily, and a girl named Sandy. Lily stood at my side, while Tom and Sandy stood across from us. I leaned on my walking stick using one hand, and my other hand was ready for hitting the ball.
“Let’s start the game, kiddos!” Ms. Carry boomed.
Tom served the ball to us, and I hit it to the other side, barely managing my balance. “Nice job!” Lily said. “You’re managing pretty good with a walking stick!” Tom frowned, and he hit the ball at the corner of the boundary line, and Lily barely hit the ball over the other side. Tom slammed the ball, and Lily hit it to Sandy, who didn’t pass the ball back in time.
“That was a nice demonstration!” Ms. Carry said to us. “But Tom could’ve hit the ball lighter.” Tom mouthed to Lily and me, “We’ll meet at recess to figure out the TRUE winners, and they will definitely NOT have a crippled boy on their side.”
After doing some math in Ms. Smelker’s classroom, it was recess time. As I went out the doors, Lily pulled me over to the two-square court. It was much bigger than the one in P.E. Tom and Sandy were already standing there, and Sandy didn’t seem happy about it.
“Let’s start!” Tom hollered as kids gathered around the court. “How come the kid with the walking stick can play two-square?” Well, Lily did most of the work last time, I thought.
Tom hit the ball to us, and Lily passed it back. Sandy hit the ball and I barely hit the ball over the line. I almost toppled down, and Lily helped me up quickly. Tom became furious and slammed the ball to the other side. I decided to reach for the ball. “NO!” Lily shouted as I jumped up. My hand slapped the ball, and I knew it would make it. But I didn’t see where the ball went as I crashed down to the ground, feeling a surge of pain.
“Help!” Lily said.
The kids crowded over, and a recess duty teacher carried me into the office. Tom stood there, victorious, but no one seemed to care. Did the ball make it? Why was Tom so happy?
As I lay on the office bed, Lily came over. “Did the ball make it?” I whispered.
“That’s not important!” Lily said. “But it went out of court, so Tom and Sandy were the winners.” Kids piled in, looking at me. “Are you okay?” a kid asked. “What happened?” another questioned. Tom shoved his way in and shouted: “I JUST PROVED THAT CRIPPLED KIDS ARE LOSERS!” Everyone stared at him. “You’re not helping.” a kid murmured. I felt even better as more kids started to come in to visit me. Finally, I was not just a helpless kid with whom no one wanted to bother.
After several minutes, I was excused from the office. As I walked out, many kids came over to me, wanting to hang out. I felt like a celebrity. But I noticed Lily was standing at the corner, and she looked lonely. I came over to Lily, and the group of kids followed. “Hey,” I said to Lily, “do you want to play with us? Everyone is welcome.”
Lily started to smile. “I’d love to.”
Lily, a huge group of kids, and I walked together back to class, and we held hands. I can’t wait for recess, I thought happily.
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Gail Moore
06/11/2018Wow, I love this story.
Sadie your story is written beyond your years. Fantastic, you were born to write.
Well done.
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Kevin Hughes
05/27/2018I am with Jd on this one too, as I often am. I am autistic and was the smallest kid in my class until I graduated from High School. The funny thing is, bullies never even remember their victims. So why bother to remember them at all? I out smiled them. Smiles, Kevin
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