Sigh. Tomorrow was the first day of school. I love school, but let's just sayI don't have any best friends. People are nice to me though. 
By the way, my name is Zoey. I'm in 5th grade. I have to be in a wheelchair. I forgot the name of the disability I have, but that's pretty much the reason I don't have friends. I can't run and play like other kids do. Instead, I draw. 
I dream to be a book illustrator. I love drawing more than anything. Anyways, I was having my evening snack right then. Then my thirteen- year old brother, Zach, came in. 
"Hey Z, is there any fruit juice left?" 
'Yeah," I replied. He opened the fridge, grabbed the juice, and drank straight from the jug. "Mom, we need more juice!" I called to her. He tried to smack me, but I dodged just in time. "Quick reflexes," he mused. Then he left. 
The next morning, I changed into my new shirt and my favorite jeans. Our dog, Star, came in to lick me. Then I got ready for my first day of fifth grade. At school, I waited in line until my teacher, Mrs. Delaney, called us in. "Hello, everyone! Please take any seat. Oh, I see we have a wheelchair student. Let me - 
"Zoey Colman, colling Zoey Colman to the 
principol's office. Zoey, please come down." boomed the principal's voice over the loudspeaker. All my classmates looked at me curiously. Oh no. What had I done? I hadn't done anything. Had I? I slowly went down the ramp to the office. I knew the way because we moved here last year. A short-haired lady said, "Mr. Lujing will call you in shortly," she said in a sweet voice. 

Just then, he came into the room saying, "Welcome Zoey. Have a seat at my desk." As we went into the room, I squeaked, "Um, am I in trouble?" He chuckled. "No, of course not. I wanted to talk to you about if you can become our school newspaper illustrator. Our last one moved to Canada this summer." He spoke in a calm, gentle voice. "Really?!" I exclaimed. I couldn't contain my excitement. This was my dream! "Your art teacher from last year showed me your artwork. We decided to ask you this big favor! 
He seemed just as excited as I was. "So?" he asked eagerly. 'Yes! Please Mr. Lujing!" 
"Well! Glad you like it! We also decided to put you in the advanced art class," 
"Okay!" I replied as he shook my hand. 'Thank you!" I called before leaving. As I went up to my classroom, I thought to myself, I'm so lucky! I get to be the newspaper illustrator and I get to be in advanced art class! When I reached the classroom, Mrs. 
Delaney showed me my desk and told me it was recess. As I went outside, few people asked me if I got in trouble. One 
nervous-looking girl was standing alone. I remembered how I felt when I was new here, so I went over to her. "Hi! What's your name?" I asked her. She looks surprised to see me. "Um, Charlotte. What's your name?" I tell her, and then ask if she wants to play with me. "Sure!' she replies. That's how I was going to have the best year ever. 
 
The End