XIII
over and over
I first met Anderson Massey late in my freshman year. It was winter, everything was frozen solid outside and I had managed to fall off a mountain during a skiing misadventure which resulted in a concussion and a fractured pelvis. I’d stayed in the hospital for a few days before they deemed me fit to wheel myself around in a wheelchair and return home. I was 100% sure that it was a curse since I’d been doing so well on skis. What was even worst than a broken head and a pelvis that was as good as broken was the fact that the people whom I thought were my friends didn’t even care.
To them it seemed like a temporarily fractured pelvis and a cheap wheelchair made me crippled for life and eternally useless. Apparently I’d never play sports again and I couldn’t be a jock any
