I was six years old when a met a very snotty girl name Jane. She was extremely rude to everybody. I don’t understand how someone can be like that. I was always the one to help people; especially if ever one of the disabled kids needed help with something I was always right there for them. If they can’t do something by themselves and need a little extra attention to be just like everyone else then they should get that help. Jane was a girl who only thought of only herself. She also thought she was invincible; that nothing bad would ever happen to her. If she really didn’t like you, you would always know it because the words “I wish were got hit by a car” always came out of her mouth. I began to wonder if she was even raised by humans. She was an animal, no worse. She was a monster.
The years went on and sadly we were still in the same grade. I was a nice person but I did not like Jane one bit. We were now in sixth grade, and one day at recess one of the girls name Ashley who has Down syndrome wanted to swing. But she was unable to pump the swing by herself, I was not doing anything and I sure did not want to stay by Jane. All I heard was…
“I’m so pretty, everyone is so jealous.”
“Eww gross get out of here, you're so ugly.”
And the worst one of all... “Don’t go by the disabled kids, you don’t want to catch what THEY have.”
This made me absolutely sick. Who could say such a thing? These people are wonderful; they can’t help how god created them. They are actually very talented, kind, and generous students, friends and children; and Jane is just downright rude, mean and nasty.

I never wanted to talk to her because for one, I would hate to hear what she says about me; and two, I might just freak out on her, shake her a little bit and tell her to knock it off. She is just hurting herself, because what comes around goes around. Kind of like karma; and she definitely will not like that.

Time for high school, still queen bee Jane struts through the halls. Of course everyone beside her best friends Jamie and Lacy scurry into their classrooms because they don’t want to be around her. I can clearly remember everything from our childhood, her stealing toys from other kids, calling kids names; she still acts the same way she had whether she be six or sixteen she never changed. But anyway, here I am still being the same nice person I have been since I was six and in kindergarten. I actually have a really close friend. Her name is Ashley; she is the sweetest girl you will ever meet! However, we don’t have any classes together. She has Down syndrome so she is put in different classes to get a little extra help. We actually became best friends because I went to her house every summer for three years now and I have helped her learn many things, things that we both enjoy like drawing, painting and cooking.

Time went by and I became a little more popular with some extraordinary people. People that looked up to me, people that I could make feel important and they could do the same for me. I actually had talked to my principal into letting me be a mentor to help the disabled students do their work during the day. I worked with five students for one hour every day. Jake had Autism, Kim has bipolar disorder, Ashley has Down syndrome, Ted has the Asperger’s, and Mary has cognitive disability. Now, I have always known of these kids; but I never really knew them. They all have so many talents many of which they have just discovered. It’s amazing, these kids are a blessing and some people like Jane are just too caught up with themselves and only themselves to care about anyone else.

Last Friday after school, before the buses got there I decided to take all five of the kids outside to play catch. Their teacher said it was fine and said to have fun so we headed out to the field. Time had gotten away from me and I heard the bell ring and we were still outside. So I said “come on guys we have to head in.” As we approached the door I saw Jane walking out. She walked passed us and under her breath mumbled “gross, what losers.” I stopped. Turned around and with everything inside of me I said “What did you say?” She quickly turned to me and said “You heard me!” “You’re darn right I did. Now you better apologize; not to be but to them. They deserve it. You are rude and horrible and I have heard enough out of you. Don’t judge anybody by how they act or how they look especially if you don’t give them a chance to get to know them.” I stated. She began walking backwards to her car as she mocked every word I had just said. She continued on and on, but I was happy I finally stood up to her. As we all turned away from her to walk back inside I heard a loud screeching horn, brakes squealing on the pavement and a thud to the ground. I turn back around. Jane had just been hit by a bus; she was now paralyzed from the waist down and will forever be in a wheelchair.