Everything About You

Chapter 1 Everything About You

Baby you light up my world like nobody else. 

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed.  My phone rang. 

"Hello?" I asked when I answered the phone. 

"Hi, is this Darby Richards?" A man asked. 

"Um, yeah it is." I replied. 

"Hi Darby, This is Paul Higgins calling about the essay contest. I just wanna say that your essay was indeed the best and very inspiring. Since you won, you are receiving 5 tickets to go see One Direction In LA. Your tickets will be sent in the mail within a couple of days." He said. 

"Oh my gosh, um, thanks you so much!" I replied. 

"No problem, see you at the concert, and also before I forget, you also won backstage passes for after the show."

"Once again thank you so much! I look forward to it. Goodbye!" I finish, hanging up my phone. 

"Who was that?" Tristen asked. Tristen is my roommate and best friend since kindergarten. We are both 18, almost 19 and currently attending Standford. 

"Oh you know, that was just the guy from the essay contest." I coolly replied. I wheeled over to my bed to start putting my clothes away in the closet/dresser. 

"You don't mean Paul Higgins, One Direction's manager, who is in charge of the 'Everything About You One Direction Essay Contest'!?!?" She asked rapidly, getting out of the chair she had just geen sitting in. She came over to help me grab some hangers that I couldn't reach off of the top of the dresser. 

"Thank you." I said, finishing with my clothes and shutting the closet door. "And yes it was." I replied, laughing at her expression. 

"OH MY GOSH!!!!!" She yelled while grabbing my hand and jumping around the room, dragging me along with her.

"But what I don't understand is how did I win if I didn't even enter?" I asked her. She finally let go of me and I saw her eyes slowly fall to the floor. "Tristen, is there something you want to tell me?"

"Well," She mumbled. "I might have, maybe, sorta sent in an essay under you name. But I knew you would win considering your story. She stammered. "And besides, you just won 5 tickets to go see one direction in LA!" Her voice slowly got louder towards the end. 'You're going to take me with you right? I mean you have to, I'm like your sister!? She screamed into my ear as she was shaking me. 

"Ow, Tristen Richards Whitmore, stop that right now." I say brushing her off of me. She knows to step away when I use her full name. "Of course I'm going to take you. I'm just a little surprised that's all. You actually wrote an essay about me and sent it to One Direction's manager?  Do you know who weird this is for me? To have them know about me and my story?" I replied growing angry. I started pacing around our dorm room in my wheelchair. Our room is rather small with our beds, dresser/closet thing, and our desks, but I'm used to it. Luckily for me, Tristen is a clean person so I don't have to worry about bumping into something. Tristen looked at me with her 'I can't believe you just said that" stare of hers. Which would be scary if she wasn't only four and a half feet tall. I was always the taller one, even in my wheelchair. Tristen has always been my best friend, which was why I was so happy we both got accepted into Standford. With her straight, medium length, brown hair, hazel eyes, amazing tan, and great sense of fashion, she could be a model. Today she pulls off teal skinny jeans, a cute white button down ruffled blouse, and black bow-tie flats. Mean while, I'm rocking the usual sweatshirt, jean shorts, and sandals. I am always jealous of her clothes but I can never find any of her clothes in my size. Lets just say, shopping isnt one of my favorite hobbies. 

"Darby, why should it be weird for someone to know your story and to know about you?" She asked, sitting on her bed. Her facial expressions were hard to read. They showed sad, disappointed, and mad all at the same time.  I sighed and then slowly replied. 

"Well.... how would you like it if you were me and I wrote an essay or was telling someone about you saying, 'My friend is amazing. She had cancer when she was 10 and had to go through chemo. Luckily, she survived but the cancer damaged her heel bone pretty bad so they had to amputate it. Now she walks almost perfectly with a prosthetic leg and life goes on.' and so on blah, blah blah. " I paused but continued to finish my thought process. "I mean like seriously, just because that did happen to me doesn't mean that people need to go around telling everyone about me. That I deserve a prize or something." I finally finish. Tristen took a deep breath, got off of her bed, grabbed the chair from her desk and sat down right next to me. 

"Darby is that how you really feel?" She asked, staring me straight into my eyes. 

"Yeah, it is." I replied, staring straight back. And I really did feel that way. It is true that I did go through all that stuff and more. I just recently had a surgery to fix my leg again and that's why I'm in my wheelchair right now. The thing is, I know that what I had to go through was hard but why should that make me any different. There are lots of other people out there that had to go through the same thing but they aren't being recognized or noticed.  Some people think I'm special ed. or something like that just because of my prosthetic. On the inside, I'm just like normal person, but on the outside I'm some kind of spaztastic robot. Besides my prosthetic, I think would look like any other normal girl. with my short, curly, brown hair, dark brown eyes. I am rather a bit too tall for my liking and a little bit more on the heavier side. All I ever wanted was to be normal, was that too much to ask for? Tristen coughed. 

"Actually, Darby I never mentioned anything about your prostetic in the essay, just the cancer part."

"Whoa, wait, what?!?" 

Author's note: I really hope you guys like my first chapter! I know it was a little long but I wanted to add a lot of description and really start out the story right. I dont know how often I will update it but.... yeah enjoy!!!!! And don't worry, one direction will show up soon. :) 

-DR