"Are you sure you are ready for this?" John asked his best friend Phoebe. He pushed her wheelchair up the ramp to the door. The school gym. Phoebe smiled at John. "Sure." Phoebe. She took a deep breath and gathered her courage. Behind the door. The students cheered as Phoebe rolled into the room. Excited to hear Phoebe read her poetry. "Good luck, Phoebe," John called. He stood close to the door and watched her. Proud of his best friend.