Chapter 5: Chosen Out Loud
“He’s not going with somebody blind. He’s going with me.”
Everyone turned.
Charlotte stood there in her cheer uniform, calm as sunrise.
She was the head cheerleader. The prettiest girl in school. The kind of girl boys wrote songs about badly and girls pretended not to envy.
I actually looked behind me.
She smiled.
“No, Tyler. I mean you.”
My face burned.
“Is this a joke?”
She stepped closer.
“My brother has Down syndrome,” she said. “I know what it feels like when people decide someone matters less because they’re different. You’re kind. That matters.”
Then she took my hands in front of everyone who had laughed a moment earlier.
“He’s my prom date. And no, I’m not blind.” Continue Reading ⬇️
