She walked in with her head held high, her dark brown hair in a short ponytail. She carefully took a seat next to a boy in a wheelchair. She smiled at him and asked, "Is this the "people who are too lame to get there license" seminar?"
He smiled back at her and said, "Yeah this is non-drivers seminar? Why are you here?"
"I could ask you the same thing," she said. He laughed. "Would you believe that my idiot parents lost my birth certificate and my social security number?"
"Both?"
"Yep. I asked them if they could get me copies and they said they couldn't remember the name of the hospital that I was born in," she said. "I'm Lilly by the way."
"Corbin," he said.
"You go to Ceaser High, right? I think I've seen you around," Lilly said.
"Yeah I do, you do too?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"I haven't seen you around," he said.
"Well, no offense but your just a little bit more noticable."
"None taken. Yeah, the wheelchair is a little noticable, isn't it?"
"Oh my gosh, you are in a wheelchair. I was talking about the glasses," she said. "Hmm, I like you Corbin. You are now one of my friends."
"You too. But I haven't met anyone who tells people when they're friends."
"You haven't met anyone like me," she said.
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