CHAPTER ONE: New girl? Oh, crap. . .
There was something Artie hadn't noticed about her. She was new to the school, and one kid in particular immediately noticed her. Kurt, of course! The first day she was dressed magnificently, and she was pretty striking—if you don't notice her obvious set-back. He strutted right up to her and said, plain as day,
"Hello. I'm Kurt Hummel, and I love your outfit."
They were instant pals.
She was in Artie's Spanish class, with Mr. Schu. Artie usually kept his head down, taking the occasional note or drawing a doodle at the edge of his paper.
"Class, I'd like you to meet our newest student—"
Artie didn't pay attention. Even if he looked up, he'd only see the top of her head, anyway. He sat at the very back of the class, with the other A's. Mr. Schu liked to spice things up a bit. She sat at the front with the Y's. Schu let Artie out five minutes early, like he did every day, and Artie hurried to his locker before the rush of kids could wheel him to the other side of the school.
At lunch, Artie wheeled himself to the table where he sat with his New Directions co-gleek's and noticed a new arrival at the lunch table.
"Artie! Look, here's the new girl, Kayla." Kurt said.
Kayla was pretty. She wasn't the most beautiful person, but she was pretty. She was a light brown color (Mercedes would probably describe it as 'light-skinded) and she had dark black, slightly reddish hair. She had bronzy eyes which were hidden behind thick, chic glasses.
Earlier, I mentioned something Artie hadn't noticed about her. . .
She was in a wheelchair.
ROFLOL. See? It can be ironic.
Next chapter: CHAPTER TWO: How did it happen?