l about it, just another difficult day. Then he remembered today was Friday and his mind began to drift towards the excitement of the forth coming game.
             A game that before now was only a chance to be with his friends and expand his mind, but now it was a chance for release –an escape from the prison he was doomed to spend the rest of his pitiful life. An opportu-nity, at least in his mind to experience the freedom of mobility he would never encounter again.
             When the scene was set and the game underway, the mind would conjure up all kinds of colorful and excit-ingly dangerous places to investigate filled with fearsome monsters with awesome powers capable of killing the unwary or unskilled character.
             If the group of adventurers were accomplished enough to dispatch with the atrocities the Game Master would pit against them, then the rewards would be mag-nificent, gold, silver, jewels worthy of Kings and Queens, and sometimes even items of power to help the party even stronger to be engaged by more taxing encounters.
             Thoughts of the game flooded his mind until the rap at the door brought him back to the present and the reality of life as it had become. "Mom I'm awake."
             "Okay, do you need any help?"
             "No, I think I can manage."
             "Breakfast is almost ready and you don't want to miss your bus."
             "Thanks mom I'll be there in a little bit."
             Lying there Isac could hear his mothers footsteps moving away his door. She was an amazing woman, since the accident she had buried the only man she had ever loved, her high school sweetheart, tended to a son who could no longer fend for himself, hold down a job and be so damn happy. Even when sometimes
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