At Prom, Only One Boy Asked Me to Dance While Everyone Else Ignored Me Because I Was in a Wheelchair – The Next Morning, an Officer Knocked on My Door and Revealed the Truth About Him

I told myself it was fine, that I expected it, but sitting there alone, I felt the hurt anyway.

No one said anything rude.

I just stared at the dance floor, thinking maybe I'd leave early.

That's when someone stepped into my line of sight.

"Hey, Lisa."

It was Daniel.

We had a few classes together. He wasn't someone I talked to much, but I knew who he was. Everyone did. He was easygoing and funny. It also helped that he was tall and handsome.

He'd always been kind to me.

Someone stepped into my line of sight.

"Hey," I said.

Daniel nodded toward the dance floor. "You sitting this one out on purpose?"

I gave a small shrug. "Something like that."

He studied me for a second, then asked me to dance, "Come dance with me."

I almost laughed.

"I don't think that's going to work."

"Why not?"

I gestured to my chair. "Kind of limits things."

"No, it doesn't."

Before I could respond, he stepped behind me and gently took hold of the wheelchair handles.

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