Arthur Abrams was sitting nervously in his room, his hands hurting from wheeling around all night. He wished he could walk, just for the sake of being able to pace right at this moment. You see, Arthur had been in a wheelchair ever since he was 8. He got into a car crash with his mom. His mom was fine but he had been paralyzed from the waist down ever since. But, one thing had to be completely clear: he still had the use of his penis (which is actually a big relief to him). Anyway, it was the last day of summer vacation before his first day of high school. Most people aren't too nervous about this. Its just school after all... right? Wrong. You see, middle school hadn't gone so well for Arthur. First of all, his parents had named him Arthur. Now that is one terrible name. He was bullied for being in a wheelchair and constantly being slammed in the face by bags, lunch trays, and anything held at waist height or lower basically. This year, he was making some changes. 1) he would now be called Artie Abrams, not Arthur. 2) he would join the football team 3) he would not say random smart things because he was the biggest nerd ever 4) he would boost his self-confidence and think of himself as "nerdy-hot", kind of like Andrew Garfield, kind of... in a way. And 5) he wouldn't let bullies get in his way. The thing about people, is that they like to focus on other people's flaws and enhance them to the point where it is all people think about. He wanted people to look past the chair and see the real Arth- sorry Artie. He was still getting used to the name.
It was now officially 11:30 and Artie needed his sleep for the next day. Trying to be more independent, he used his super-human upper-body strength to lift himself onto his bed. He started to do this at the beginning of summer and he had it worked out almost to a tee. Getting under the covers was a nuisance but he did it eventually. Artie lied awake for nearly 30 minutes just thinking about the worst case scenarios that could happen tomorrow morning. He could be lifted out of his chair and get dumped in a dumpster, left there to rot for the week. He could be pushed down the stairs and left there for the day. There were endless possibilities to think of. Eventually, he drifted off into a deep sleep with those unsettling thoughts in his head.
A/N: Alright, so what do you guys think? I'm open for criticism, as long as its constructive! Please review and tell me what you think!
P.S: I know its really, really short, but once the story actually starts it will get longer, this is pretty much an intro to what you are going to read later.