CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
I followed my family as Ms. Funnel led us across campus to another building. I still had to concentrate on walking, and I felt a little lightheaded. Though I hadn’t used the cane in a while, a part of me knew I still needed it at times. Another part of me knew that even if I brought it, I wouldn’t have used it. Everyone would stare.
When Ms. Funnel stopped to point out different buildings on campus, I didn’t really pay attention. I watched two boys kick-dribble a soccer ball across the lawn, passing it back and forth until they rounded a corner. What would it be like living here, away from home? The brick buildings looked nothing like my house. Maybe I’d end up feeling more like a patient than a student. It would be tough enough leaving my family at home, but what about
