The next few days passed and even though it was quite early I decided to have a go at crutches, I sat up in my bed and stretched an arm out to the handle of my left crutch, I had never worn crutches before so it never occurred to me they were upside down before I actually bothered to read the manual, a few minutes went by, then a few hours then maybe it was twelve hours, just maybe! Don't tell anyone! I hopped out of the living room and accidentally kicked the coffee table still littered with the empty milk cartons and cereal bowls from my brothers pig appetite in the morning, a slither of milk led from my brothers mouth to the table as I saw him sleep over a mug labeled "Samuels icky cup" from when he was five and I was two. His hand brushed against the frayed edges of the sofa cushion.
I flicked open the screen of my phone to see five missed calls and several messages like "Heyy bbe come 2 school! U missed out on the day when that guy from maths asked me out! Lol! Just come bak, all missing u x" etc. I called Ariana and filled her in that I was heading to school for the last two lessons of the day, you could just hear the screams of delight from my posse that wore hoodies and bright blue streaks in their hair. Well that's the story of my brothers stay anyway. When I got home after school? A whole different story!
Well after I hobbled into school I was attacked... By a group of screeching rebels, "oh my gosh Olivia Michelle Newman! How long were you going to keep us waiting?" Barked Charlie, "oh well I suppose I'm not going back into hospital then mister Charles Joshua Ice-water!" I joked.
A few more of my loving fans like the school slags came to fiddle with my tie the main one says "seriously I know your disabled now but your tie? Way spacky Olivia!" And other comments like "babez you're so lucky, I saw some chocolates on your desk this morning and I was like 'eww carbs that's so gross' so I threw them at the nerd on level two!" and " do you remember that guy from that time when we sent that email to the guy in that shop" my reply to the last one was "ooh the one that gave me that dress from that shop next to that shop?" reply: "yeah that one!" mine: "ooh what about him?" hers: "he came to our school and filled every space that you stood ever with roses that's the whole of the sixth form centre the road and the school itself!" my response to everything that was said was something either hard, something girly, something not bothering or something sympathetic, or just simply something random!
My first period was Music, we have it in an I.T room so we have stuff that keeps us occupied, our beloved ipods, and sometimes like that day we get to get our phones out, special days like the return of the rebel popular girl. A whole hour passed leaving me a few minutes to catch up with the teacher, Mr Hasditach, I know weird name right but he is my uncle, well was anyway.
I left hastily to head to my next lesson and on the way I saw the boy I had been longing for since I got out of the hospital, Chris, he was heading out a classroom laughing with the some of the people that were hanging round me at the start of school. He raked a hand through his mop of hair when he saw me. I smiled politely and waved a hand, he seemed much taller than when he was in the wheelchair, he was wearing an average fit guy outfit and I could tell by his eyes that he was glad to see me. I stuffed my hands back in my hoodie pocket and shuffled off linking arms with Ariana to the next deathly lesson.
Through the corridors random teens were passing me spreading rumors that a crazy hobo ran me over. Partly that was true, someone ran me over the guy that did it was probably a hobo actually, its like 50% who knows? "Is that the guy" Asked Araina, locking her arm inside mine. "yeah" I whispered, just waiting to get out of earshot...
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