Wheelchair

PROLOGUE

"Hey, dude. Check out my new toy. Wanna hop on?" my best mate Danny asked me, with a look that I knew if I said no, he'd call me chicken. Peer pressure much?

As I looked at his new ride, I expected it to be some sort or old car because I knew Danny wasn't the richest kids out there. What I was looking at was not what I expected, first of all, it wasn't a car, definitely not a car. It was a motorcycle, specifically the BMW R1200GS model.

The bike was completely black and looked brand new.

I took my eyes off the bike for a couple of seconds to look at Danny. He was grinning from ear to ear and now I'm starting to think he loves the bike more than his own girlfriend.

"So, what do you think?" Danny asked, seeing my shocked face. I searched his face to see if he was just bluffing, but he wasn't. Wow, Danny isn't telling a lie for once.

I decided to ask him the question on my mind, "Danny, how did you afford it?" I was really curious to know.

"My uncle own a shop which sell these bad boys and other models. Pretty sweet, ehh?" I had never seen Danny smiling so much in his life, "so, you gonna get on?"

I looked at Danny and found him staring at me with his eyebrows lifted up.

This was so stupid and I didn't want to die, I always knew motorcycles were dangerous and I had never been on one before. I've watched the knees and it tells us about crashes with motorcycles and how everyone dies, not really.

Plus, my parents would freak, if they found out I got on the bike. They were very against motorcycles and once, my mum wrote to the government to ask them to ban bikes. Embarrassing.

I looked back to the pub and knew this was my only ride back home. I couldn't catch a cab because they don't pass the pub and my phone was out of charge.

"Zach," Danny cooed, "are you scared? Don't worry your uncle Danny is here." I rolled my eyes at him. He had already gotten on the bike and had gotten it started. He was holding out a helmet, telling me now or never. "Live a little, Zach."

This was so stupid, I'm dead if not from the bike, than from my parents. I pinched the
bridge of my nose while walking towards the killer bike. I snatched the helmet and slid it on while mumbling incoherent words, loud enough that only Danny could hear.

He chuckled, "buckle up."

I may have never been on a motorcycle before but I knew enough that I had to hold on to Danny if I didn't want to fall off.

The bike jerked a little and then was off speeding down the road. I closed my eyes and controlled on my breathing. "I hate you Danny, I hate you Danny, I hate you Danny..." I don't think Danny can hear me, which is a shame.

"Zach, look at the view and I am suffocating because your grip is really tight. Seriously Zach, I know you have a phobia but could you like, loosen your arms a bit," Danny practically shouted. I opened my eyes a tiny bit and looked at our surrounding while loosening my arms.

I saw the city lights shining and felt the wind blowing in my hair. This was amazing and I felt free.

That was when I knew, I wanted to learn how to ride a bike, but first I had to persuade my parents.

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A/N

Hi.

This is my first book and I'm trying something new. I don't usually write but ehh, I'm bored. TBH I don't really care if u hate it. Hate on it all u want. But still, give me feedback.

My post r gonna come a bit slow cause school and stuff like that so...yea.

This story is kinda based around a true event that happened to someone close to me so call him stupid. But I'm making most of the parts up.

Enjoy. :p