Falling For You Too

Chapter One

I roll myself through the crowded hallways, may gloved hands pushing the wheels forwards. Everyone moves out of the way so that I can get through. I don't thank them.

The last thing I need is pity.

I work my way to room 20 - my Maths room. I wait in the line alone. I don't have friends, I don't need friends. The people at this school disgust me. Rumours spread like wild fire and gossip finds its way around like freaking Sherlock Holmes.

I shouldn't be here.

Finally my teacher, Mr Burns, comes out to let us all in and as always, I wait till last. Mr Burns holds the door open for me and I wheel myself in and to the back row.

In every class I sit in the back row. There just isn't enough space for me and my wheelchair in-between the rows of desks. I grab out my paper and pen and take my notes from the board.

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At the end of class, I wait till everyone has left before I start wheeling my way down the side aisle. I make my way out of Maths and then find my way to room 18. History with Mrs Tweedil. In line we wait longer than usual and the gossiping continues as the corridors empty. Finally Mrs Tweedil opens the door.

But its not for us.

Its for some random chick with dark hair who grabs the wall as if its her last hope.

"Okay, I need you students to make way for one of your fellow peers, she just needs to get through" she says as we all shuffle out of the way for this one girl.

Everyone moves bak but because I'm in a wheel chair I'm wary of going backwards. As everyones shuffling around me Ben, this obnoxious douche, bumps me harshly on purpose. I glare at him, anger starting to rise.

" Oh Ben, do be careful of Luke there!" Mrs Tweedil tells him. More shuffling groaning and grunting as everyone continues to move out of the way. Finally there is a gap for the girl to come out.

As she glides her callused hand along the wall she accidentally bumps me, her facing turning red.

"Oh, sorry," She apologises.

"Seriously?! Watch where you're going!" I yell at her harshly, shoving her slightly.

I just catch something she says in a very quiet voice... "Easier said than done," but I heard it. What does she mean?

She wanders down the hall, her hand still gliding along the wall. I turn my attention back to Mrs Tweedil.

"Ok class, in you go," And we follow her in. Again I take my seat at the back of the class. I place my things on my desk and then - I zone out. But just as quickly as I zoned out I zone back in again. I need to pee.

"Excuse me Mrs Tweedil," I call out, raising my hand.

She sighs, "Yes Mr Lowry?" She asks, clearly annoyed at my interruption.

"Um, I need to pee," I say flatly. Some of the girls giggle immaturely.

"Yes, you're free to go, but you best be back in five minutes," Mrs Tweedil says before turning back to the board.

I wheel myself down the aisle and out the door. Im making my way past room 17 . . . . 16 . . . . 15 . . . . and then I stop. Not because of the bathroom, thats just after room 12, but because there are some footsteps behind me. Light but fast.

And before I know it, I am lying on the floor, my wheel chair skidded across the floor and a girl is on top of me. Her long dark hair hanging around her pale face. It's the girl from before, the one that bumped into me. But. She is on top of me. Me and my wheelchair.

Her eyes are squinted tightly shut but mostly she is just staying very still. Confused and dazed. Well, before I spoke up, "Hey?! What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!"