It has been a year since I have been to this school. Rolling through the front doors now, seems like forever ago.
You have probably guessed by now that I am in a wheel chair, and no I wasn't born like this. Cars are the worst invention people ever came up with. More people die from a car crash than a bullet, it is saddening.
However I didn't die but lost the use of my legs. 'Deep breaths... deep breaths, I can get through this.' I chant to myself, it had only been a year since the crash. I was still getting over the emotional pain.
I use the strength in my arms to propel me along. Down the empty school hallway, it is so quiet I can hear myself breathing.
That is when I hear it, the soft hitting of a hand against the lockers. I look up to see a teenage boy, around 18 years old, walking towards me. He has dark sunglasses over his eyes and he is looking straight ahead. He hasn't noticed me yet, I wonder why. He just keeps on walking. I can't remember anyone who looked like him, from when I was here.
I knew everyone, and everyone knew me. I thought most of them were my friends, but I know now they weren't. They just liked me because of athletic ability. I had the track record, as well as the captain of the basketball team, but I lost that once I had been in the crash. None of my team mates even came and saw me, it was like I disappeared.
While I was pondering about that, I hadn't noticed the boy had gotten closer and didn't seem to be stopping. I was about to tell him to stop when... BANG! He had run into my wheelchair, "Watch where you're going!" he snarled, "You have eyes use them!"
"What about your legs?!" I shout back, "You could have gone around me!"
His face showed clearly that he was surprised and shocked at me for yelling at him. He then took a deep breath in, slowly releasing it.
"I'm sorry..." he was about to continue when I cut him off,
"I am down here, and I don't want your sympathy." I said to him looking up at him. He lowered his head to meet my eyes.
"I wasn't going to give you sympathy, I know how it feels."
The side of my lips tilt up, "What's your name?" I ask him.
"Guy, Guy Pierce." His lips tilt up a little too, "What's yours?"
"Sadie, Sadie Farworth."
A/N: I might add some more. I didn't know how I should end it. If you would like more for this chapter, please comment on it.
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