This is my first fanfiction, please correct me if I have made any mistakes. My native language isn't English, so some things I just don't know. My fanfic takes place at the start of season 3, how I wish it, everything is written from Artie's perspective, and everything might be a little OCC, but we haven't gotten much information about the characters I care about. ^^
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First day of school, the day I'd been dreading, the day I'd been waiting for, and the day I wished would never happen. For one, I have never been a fan of people staring at you, and boy they were going to stare at me. Because I, Arthur Abrams, could walk again, for the first time in nine years. Yeah, I've paralyzed since I was eight, due to a car accident, and though I had no trouble with being in a wheelchair, it sucked pretty hard. Especially at school, because I was the only wheelchair-bound kid.
I spent the entire summer in hospitals and rehabilitation centers, and after those torturous months, I'm back in the game. I was still excused from P.E. and such, because the doctors had said it would smarter if I wouldn't run or train the first year, or so. So, that automatically meant that I was off the football team, but it also gave me a couple more free hours to study, because I had to stay in school while the others had P.E.
In the morning, I had decided to try to be as less noticeable as I could be. So, I decided on wearing plain jeans and a black T-shirt, nothing flashy about that. Shoes were a whole new thing, 'cause mine were altered, so it gave me more support while I walked. And I only had one pair of altered shoes, so I didn't really have a choice in those. My glasses had been replaced with contacts, though in the weekends and evenings I still wore my glasses, because the optician had said that my eyes might get infected if I do otherwise, because I had worn glasses for so long.
So, after forcing my breakfast down my throat, my mom brought me to school – yeah, she still does that, in case my legs fail during class, and… well, I still don't have a driver's license. I gave her a quick peck on the cheek as I gently stepped out of the car, careful to shift my weight onto my legs, even though they could probably hold my weight just fine.
My brown locks had grown over the summer, not girlishly long, but just a little longer, so I could hide blue-ishly green eyes behind them, so I welcomed the longer locks. I took a deep breath, steadying myself before walking through the opened doors of McKinley High. I walked straight to my locker, head down, focusing on the floor, and not on the students. Once he had reached his locker, he quickly buried his face in it, placing the books that he didn't need in it, and leaving the books he needed in his backpack. He swore, he hadn't been paying attention to the other students, but this nagging voice he would recognize anywhere. She stood behind him, that far he knew, and she was talking to him, that he knew, too, but the first words that his brain actually processed made no sense to him.
'Hey new boy, pay some attention to this girl behind ya, would ya?'