You and I - A Hardzello Fanfic

Scars - One

I wake up on Monday morning, and the first day of junior year at high school. My alarm is ringing, so I muffle my ears with my pillow. Ugh. I hate school. I heave my body weight up with my arms, and sigh. Someone has moved my wheelchair, and I can't reach it.
"Dad!" I call. Dad comes rushing up to my room, like normal. He looks flustered. He isn't bad looking for a forty-one year old. He has beautiful baby blue eyes, which I wish I had, and a firm jaw. He gets a lot of women coming up to him, to be honest. But he won't go out with any of them. He just can't. He thinks it's betrayal. Even though she's been dead for two years now, he still hasn't gone near anyone or anything. He just lives life like he would've if he still had a wife. Except he doesn't, and he knows. I'm lucky, I guess. But still. I'd rather me than her. At least she was a good person. But here I am. Alive and well. I guess. I've lost the use of my legs. But not the use of my life, like mum has. But she's gone now. Don't dwell on the past, they say. Look towards the future, they say. And I am. And all I see is fog.
"Joseph? What is it?" Dad says. I just point at my wheelchair. He sighs, and brings it closer to the bed, and starts to help me out. I shake my head.
"Dad, I'm fine. I can do it. I'm fine." I say, rolling my eyes. I somehow heave myself into the chair, and roll down the hallway, and at the table in the dining room is a plate of waffles drowned in syrup. I smile. Dad knows me too well. He pulls the chair out, and pushes me to the table. I can smell the sickly sweet syrup, and lick my lips. Yes. Food. I plunge in, like a mouse eating cheese. It tastes so good, and before I know it, I'm done. I go to the bathroom, and wash my face. I take my top off, and run my fingers over the scars. They are rigid, and I sigh. Skin isn't supposed to be like that. But oh well. I scrub myself with a cloth, and roll down to my room. I open my drawers, and pull out a fresh set of boxers, and a pretty clean smelling top. I rummage for some pants, until I find some acceptable ones. I chuck on my top, but struggle to put my pants on. When I finally get them on, I go to the bathroom and wash my face. When I'm finally ready to go, and have my textbooks and school bag, I start to leave the house.

"Joseph!" Dad calls. "Do you need a ride to school?" I sigh. 

"I've already told you, dad. I can get there myself. It's just down the road a bit." I can hear him sigh in response, and close the door. I take a deep breath, and roll outside of the yard, shutting the gate behind me. I heave my wheels, and slowly, I start to move. It's slightly uphill, but I've been doing it for two years now, so I can manage.

When I get to school, it's a few minutes before first period starts. I rush down to my homeroom, not bothering to put my textbooks into my locker. 

'You don't need to, anyway.' My brain tells me. True. I normally just hang by bag on the bars on the back of my wheelchair, so not to worry. I rush into class, and go up to the teacher. She just points at a desk with no chair located right in the middle of the class, and I huff. 

'At least it's not right at the front, like last year.' I think, but that means it's harder to get to. I shove my chair down the aisle to my desk, and sigh. From here, everyone will be able to see me. The crippled boy, the one that has something wrong with him, the one who's mother died 'tragically'. I look around the room to see who's in my homeroom this year. The usual people, Marina Yore, the bitch who always gossips, Kayden Jet, the stereo-typical jock, and Lucy Boynton, the only one I really like in here. I smile at her, and she quickly moves over to the seat right next to me, which is not taken, or any of the other ones around me, because people think they're going to catch something off me. I jump as the bell rings, and turn to the front for attendance. Ms. Starker has turned towards the class, waiting for us to pay attention. When we quieten down, she starts roll call. I wait, listening for my name, when a boy, with the most striking green eyes walk in late. He looks flustered and worried. 

"Ah, Benjamin. Seems like you've decided to join us today," Ms. Starker says, casually, "Would you like to continue for me?" The boy blushes profusely.

"Sorry, ma'am, it won't happen again." He mutters, trying to hide his embarrassment. Ms. Starker frowns, and looks at him.

"Good. Now, everybody, this is Benjamin Jones, and he is going to be joining our school." Benjamin waves awkwardly, and I hear Marina snort. Bitch.

"Mr. Jones, why don't you go and sit next to Joseph? It's the only seat anyway." He nods, and shuffles down to the desk on my left. He smiles slightly at me, and I look away. He'll probably make fun of me the first chance he gets, that's what everyone does. I hear him sigh heavily, and feel slightly bad. I turn back to him and smile.

"Sorry," I whisper, "People aren't normally, you know, nice." He beams at me.

"I understand," He says, before he's interrupted by Ms. Starker.

"Mr. Jones. It seems like you do want to take attendance today. Please come up here, Jones. It seems like you think you have the right to interrupt my classes." She says. Benjamin sighs, and plonks his bag on the floor, and goes up to the front of the class. A wave of laughter spreads around, and I can hear Benjamin grumble.

"Straighten up, Jones. You look ignorant." Ms. Starker says. Benjamin does, and I can hear Marina snort again. I want to slap her across the face, because it's normally her up there. Ms. Starker forces Benjamin to take attendance, and when he comes to my name, he looks up and beams at me. I smile, realising that maybe, just maybe, he might not be like them.

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Hey everyone <3

Okay, so I decided to write Hardzello bc I wanted to. I'm quite happy with this tbh, so yeah... Sorry I haven't been active, school's gone back and I have a whole lot of shit on, and I just haven't been bothered, really :/

But thanks for reading, anyways...

-Me xoxo