Isaiah
Ann brought me to the barn in the van and unloaded my wheelchair. Normally I would just sit passively and make her lift me from the van into the wheel chair. But she was dilly-dallying with her phone, so I climbed down myself and wriggled my way into the chair. She gave me a surprised look and started pushing me toward the barn.
“Dont be in such a hurry! You pushed me out the door fifteen minutes early. You are going to have to wait, I doubt they are ready for you yet.”
“I’d rather wait here than wait at the house,” I said shortly. I was tired of watching TV and even playing video games was boring. I wanted to see Bruce Lee. I even wanted to see Kansas.
“Hi, Isaiah! Hi Ann!” One of the workers, Cori, greeted me. “We are moving some horses around in the barn so you’ll have to wa
