“Just so you know, your scooter is awesome.”
Those are the words I hear from behind me as I’m sitting in the library, desperately trying to come up with an article for the school paper. I turn around and say “Thanks” just to be polite. I’ve had this scooter for a month and by now, it’s just a normal occurrence in my day. Some people come up to me and talk to me about it, others whisper in the hallways as I pass.
Around school, everyone knows who I am. Not by my name of course, but they know me as “the Scooter Girl”. But once the scooter is gone, who am I? Just another face in the crowd. No one will look twice. I won’t be “Scooter Girl” anymore, I’ll just be Sarah.
“Your scooter is awesome!”
Once again, the girl passes me by and makes another comment. My favorite ones and the one I hear most often are “You’re so lucky!” and “I wish I could break my leg!” Really, folks? Really? Do you not see this huge, bulky, annoying cast on my leg? What they don’t realize is that I’m not as lucky as they think. I had to give up the rest of my soccer season. My foot is dry and crusty. And most importantly, I can’t get my dang skinny jeans on! Lucky? I think not. I’d rather walk to class and do PE if it meant I could play on my soccer team, or even shave my leg (which, by the way, looks like a gorilla!). Do they know that I’m ineligible to try out for wrestling this year because I can’t pass my physical examination? I think not. Breaking your leg isn’t all its cracked up to be. Well, it isn’t really cracked up to be much, but you know what I mean. Its winter, so my toes get cold, I can’t take a shower like a normal person, and all someone has to do is take my scooter and I’m completely helpless. And trust me, if I don’t have a walking cast by December 5th, I’m not going to formal. I’m not going to be the freak at Winter Formal with the bulky scooter sitting in the corner because she rolled over someone’s toes on the dance floor. No way, not for me. As much as I’ve been looking forward to it, it’s just not plausible.
“Your scooter is just so awesome!”
Okay, I’m going to be polite to this girl, but if she says one more thing about how awesome my scooter it, someone’s going to get it. Of course, the most I can do is roll over their toes. Big whoop. And I know the girl’s just trying to be nice, but after a while it just gets annoying. There are those select few people around campus who just have to comment on my scooter (which I’ve dubbed Seabiscuit) every single time they see me. There’s the toe-headed kid who says,” You ride that scooter!” Then there’s the kid with the cool eyes who says, “I bet you’re just faking it to ride the scooter.” It’s kind of like having a fan club. You love them, but there are always a few crazies. All in all, life will go on without my scooter, but it just won’t be the same.