Learning To Fly

Chapter 1

                                                        Claire's POV

        I was sat at the kitchen island, working on a last minute essay. My mother, Vanessa, was already at work. Clark, my step-dad, was making breakfast this morning. Soon my aid would help me into my wheel chair and take me to school.

        The story behind my left knee is to long to tell. Clark handed me some eggs and bacon. I smiled at him and took small bites. Lindsay came bouncing down the stairs and sat next to me. She was the cutest five year old you could meet. 

        Rose, my aid, walked through the door with my wheel chair. At home I would use my crutches, since there wasn't as much places to go. Clark came over to help me into the wheel chair. Rose put all my books into my backpack and put it on the back of the chair. 

        I gave Lindsay a small kiss on the cheek before I left. Even though she was my half-sister, I loved her as if she was my biological one. She had stayed the nights I was in the hospital with me. She may have been four at the time, but she was smart.

"I'll see you after school Lins," I say, waving goodbye. She waved back as I was pushed out the door. Rose was the schools handicap aid. She drove the small bus and picked up all the disabled and mentally ill kids. Soon, once I learned how to walk properly again, I could take my normal bus. 

        Rose pushed me up the buses ramp and into the back. I've met some nice people on this bus. Emerald, who suffers from depression and Nick, who suffers from bipolar and anorexic disorder. I have other friends, but these guys know what I'm going through.

        When I got on the bus, I saw Emerald but not Nick. I raised an eyebrow and Emerald shrugged. She took her headphones out and sat forward. Once the other kids in my area got onto the bus, Rose began to drive. 

"Have you seen Nick?" I asked her.

"His mom decided to drive him today," She stated.

"That's strange," I said.

"You didn't hear this from me, but, he looked a little beat up," She whispered. My eyes widened.

"You don't think?" I questioned.

"Its possible, That would explain why he's anorexic." She says. I nodded and pushed the hair out of my face. I couldn't picture Nick being abused. He the strong one out of the three of us. He was the reason Emerald keeps going. 

        The rest of the ride there was quiet. Emerald had put her headphones back in and I had taken out a book. My mom worked as a publisher, so whenever she gets a new submission for a book, she sends me the first copy. I'm like her little analyzer. I tell her whether or not the book is good. 

        Right now, I was reading a new upcoming authors book. Its called Raising Red. Its very interesting and I'm gonna tell my mom she should publish it. Rose stopped the bus and everyone began to get off. She came around to the back door, lowering the ramp. Hoping up to help me down, she brought me down slowly. 

        I thanked her and headed off to my homeroom. Since I've been in the wheel chair, they don't make me use a locker. My books are kept in each class room, and I take the ones home that I need. 

        Nick was in my homeroom, so then I could talk to him. I wasn't gonna bring up what Emerald told me. I know if something did happen, he would tell us sooner or later. I don't want to push him to tell me. If I did that, he wouldn't talk to me. I brought myself  to my table. Nick was sitting down, writing on a piece of paper.

"Hey Nick," I said, placing my books down. He did a quick head nod and went back to writing. I sighed and opened up my book. Usually he would talk to me. Somethings up and I'm gonna worry about him.

        Our teacher walked in, placing her folder on her desk. She wrote something on the board. Most likely what we're going to be talking about today. She began to pass back our tests from last week. She was my English teacher. She told us stories about her travels and how she learned other cultures and the way they wrote. 

        She handed the two of us our tests, smiling as she walked away. I looked at my paper and smiled. I got my usual score, a ninety. My eyes glanced over to Nick's paper and my smile faded. He had gotten a fifty. He never gets a fifty. 

"Nick, you need to talk to me," I said sincerely. He looked at me and frowned.

"Can we talk about it later? I can go to your house after school." He asked. I nodded and gave him a hug. I could hear him start to cry and I rubbed his back. I know what its like to feel hopeless, you just need someone by your side to help you out.

A/N: The first chapter of my first book on this account! This is my first mature story that I've written on wattpad. Usually I'll write some fanfiction cliche story. This may have its cliche moments but this can really hit home. This story is pure fiction. None of the characters, plot, or events are real. If it represent someone you know or heard of, it was a pure coincidence.