On the Road to Recovery

Claire doesn't really remember what happened that night, all she knows is that now she's in a wheel chair because of it and partially blind. Her dad takes a new job in Bradford so Claire and her family pack up and move. Claire isn't expecting to make new friends at her new school, who would want to be friends with that freak that couldn't walk or see? But as she wheels her way home from school she'll meet her neighbor Zayn Malik. He's tall, dark, and handsome. And he wants to be friends with Claire.


2. First day of school

Christian walked next to me as we walked (well I wheeled) to school. I was feeling a bit sick but I'm sure that was just the nerves.

"Do you want me to see if I can get some extra time between classes to help you?" Christian asked.

"No, I find my way," I said. I could tell that Christian really wanted to help me but I didn't really want help.

We neared the school and Christian and I stayed outside until the bell rang and then parted ways and we were lost in the crowd. Kids jumped out of the way as they saw me wheeling down the hall. I could already tell that I was going to be the talk of the school. I found my class and parked in the back of the class as more kids filed in. Some kids looked back at me and started whispering to their friends next to them. Then the bell rang and the teacher stood up. She spotted me.

"Hello class, hope you had a good weekend," she said. "And today we have a new student," the whole class looked back at me. "Yes she is in a wheelchair, but she is just like you and me so don't put her down," the teacher said as she started into the history lesson but no one was paying attention. They were all looking back at me. Great.

Christian had texted me saying that he was trying out for football and that he couldn't walk me home, so here I was wheeling home. I heard kids calling out and honking as they drove by me. Mocking me probably. After all I was the wierd kid. Already the whole school knew about me. I stopped and put my headphones in so I wouldn't have to hear anyone. Music was my excape from the world. About halfway home I noticed a car pull up next to me. I stopped and pulled out my headphones. Inside was a boy about my age. He had dark hair that was spiked up in a quiff. I could see a few tattoos on his arms too.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi?" I said but it sounded more like a question.

"Do you need a ride home?" he asked.

"No I'm almost there," I lied. I still had about 4 miles to go.

"Your my new neighbor, I know your not almost home," he said. I sat there for a minute considering his offer.

"Well if it wouldn't be a bother, my arms are getting a bit tired," I said.

The boy put the car in park and I wheeled closer to his grey car. He jumped out and opened the door for me. He grabbed my hand as I struggled to stand and then fell into the seat. He then collapsed my chair and stuck it in the backseat. I shut my door as he got in.

"I'm Zayn by the way, Zayn Malik," he said as he smiled at me. Gosh he was hot. I thought.

"I'm Clarity but everyone calls me Claire," I said. "Claire Riding,"

"Very pretty name Claire," Zayn said as he started driving. Within a few minutes he pulled up outside my house. He got my chair out and then helped me into it. "Do you need any help inside?" he asked. I nodded.

"I think I'm good," I said. "Thank you so much," I said as he got back into his car.

"Anytime," Zayn said. "Do you need a ride tomorrow morning?" he asked.

"That would be great if you wouldn't mind giving my brother a ride too," I said.

"I'd be glad to," he said. "I'll see you tomorrow then," he smiled as he drove off.

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