Personal Narrative: My Trapped

Trapped. The beeping machines. The countless doctors and the barf colored walls. The disgusting smell of ceramic gloves. I have been stuck in this place my entire life. Same nurses, same needles, and the same room. I am not normal like the other kids that come and go in this place. I am trapped. I was born with the disease. My doctors say it is very rare and they have only seen a few other cases. I don’t remember what it's called, but I know it's incurable. I have gone through many surgeries and weakness destroyed my ability to walk. They don’t know how to fix me. I am fourteen now and I have lived my whole life in this children’s center, but I try not to think about it too much. I try to focus on things I do have like my wonderful parents. They are not allowed to live with me in the center, but they visit every day. My mom sits at five feet ten and has brown hair and brown eyes. Dad on the other hand wears glasses and has red hair that lays a thin layer across his head. I am pretty sure I inherited no family genes. I sit in a bed all day, so pale skin covers my body. Dirty blonde hair comes down just passed my shoulders and freckles crawl over my cheeks. I love my parents, but I wish I knew them better. I wish I was normal.
I woke up before the summer sun could be seen through my
That would be the words that I would use to describe middle school lunch. I rolled in and immediately hated my decision. Kids were everywhere, and each group of friends sat a specific table. Once I realized that I was not going to find a table, I headed towards the library. It was one of the only other place that I could remember how to find. When I got there I was happy to find no one else in the library. As I rolled up to the closest table, I pulled out a yogurt. It was one of the few things I was able to eat. Just then, the library door opened. I girl with ginger hair and cute pink glasses walked in. She also carried a