Chapter 1: Freedom
Chapter 1: Freedom
It all seemed so surreal to me. After so many years of being denied, I would finally be freed from my personal hell. Of course, I was ecstatic, but I wasn't sure if I could be around people again yet… No, not yet.
"Are you sure you don't need my help?" Charlie pressed. I knew he meant well, but a five-month-old compound fracture didn't mean I wasn't capable of supporting myself. Even the doctor said I would be up and walking again without this ridiculous cast in about a week.
"No, Uncle Charlie, it's OK," I smiled, opening the car door. I braced myself against the handle as I attempted to lift myself from the polyester seat.
"Alright," he said, beside me before I even had a chance to straighten up, "Bye, Bells." He kissed me on the forehead and returned to the driver seat. I waved to him goodbye as he drove out of the Forks High School parking lot. I sighed as I faced my new fear. Time to return to school, and I was extremely nervous. With my backpack becoming heavier by the minute, I began to use my supports and traveled to the front office.
I met with a very nice Mrs. Cope, and she showed a lot of sympathy towards me. This was one of the things I was feeling apprehensive about. The rest of the day went passively. Luckily, none of the teachers asked me to introduce myself. That was good. Then I met with a few people: Eric, Mike, and Jessica. They were nice enough to show me around, again, out of sympathy. But this wasn't what made my day one of my worst, considering that I got all my sanity scared out of me. It all happened during lunch…