“AAAAAAAAHHHH!”

In the blink of an eye, Matts was already falling. She hit her head on one stair and another until she reached the bottom. There she lay helpless with her Wheelchair by her side, upside down, miraculously she remained unscathed, and yet I thought it was certainly her time, I guess not yet, but soon I hope.

“I can hear you, you know.” she said, struggling to lift herself up by her weak little, twig-like elbows. 

“Ugh!” She groaned, her anger boiling up inside of her, why was it that she was being ignored by everyone? Did they all go on holiday without her? 

That certainly couldn’t be the case, because it was the 16th of January, all the festivities were already done and everybody had come back from either visiting family or going on an adventure of their own, not like Matts knew what that was.  

She only knew one side of the family and a few family friends of course, like her favorite uncle who wasn’t really her uncle but he was her father’s best friend, Cedric, or as she liked to call him, onkel Tod, or in English, uncle death.

It would be a concerning thing to give someone such a horrid nickname, but that was completely normal in her eyes, because he was an undertaker after all and he did deal with the dead. So it was fitting to be bestowed such a name by a fourteen year old.   

But, back to Matts, who seemed to have managed to hoist herself onto the chair by herself, once again! 

Well done, looks like someone is learning some independence. 

“Today is going to be a great day! (Even though it started out as crappy.)” Matts with stars in her confident emerald green eyes exclaimed. 

You keep telling yourself that sweetheart.