Stella slid into the leather of her car and buckled her seat belt. She looked around and readjusted her mirrors and glanced at her makeup in the window. Monday's weren't her favorite but prom was next week and she already turned down plenty of guys, destined to go with her friends and keep it all on track. She drove silently alone on the road until she saw a few other cars. She lived too far from her school. She looked at the speed limit and it said 50 so she slowed down and reached a red light. She kept her focus on the road and started her speed back up when she saw the lights turn green. A large horn bleeped at her as a large black truck struggled to slow down, slamming into her cherry red porche.
Stella's eyes flickered open and she felt like she was laying in a pool of honey or syrup. She turned her head and heard the tinkling of glass and saw a pool of blood gather under her head and the rest of her body was drenched in the sticky red liquid too. She couldn't cry. Only struggle to breath. She felt as if her left leg was on fire, the blood soaking it probably responsible for it was red as fire. She couldn't move more than turning on her back, but rolling back to her side when she felt a shard of glass jab into her back. It was silent, other that the settling of clutter to there resting places. She heard a car speed quickly closer in the distance, the slam of a car door and a middle aged woman's voice.
Stella couldn't apprehend was she was saying, it just sounded like screaming in voice forms. Stella let her eye flutter down and felt like sleep was coming.
When she finally woke up, she heard beeping and the sound of suede shoes on the floor. "Stella," a calm male voice came. "Do you know where you are?" She finally flicked her eyes open and she saw white wall with green mint detail. "Hospital." She murmured. "Yes," The man said. "Niy Niy," Stella said before falling back into a slumber.
3 broken bones in her leg, a fractured foot and a crack in her shoulder. The doctor told her that what happened was that the traffic lights malfuctured and when the truck came at her, she turned her body so that the truck would hit her feet. She protected her skull in a smart sense, but it'd be a few months before everything would heal. She had her leg in a monstrous cast and her shoulder was needing surgery.
She drifted into sleep multiple times that week while her mom and dad sat watching, worried. She woke up while they were pushing her cart into a large room with big lights and white everything. Her surgery went fine but days went by and they finally decided that she needed to go back to school. She could finally use her left arm again and her crutches were bright pink. She hobbled out of her mom's car and people stared,"Stella?" "What happened?" "You okay?" "Stella!" "What?" They all bombarded her but no one bothered to help. She could barely go around people and was pushed by quick moving crowds.
She turned a corner and the wall's edge slopped the books out of her hands. She sighed and looked around, about 2 students scrambled into their classes but nobody stopped to help. She leaned over her crutch but couldn't pick them up. She looked up the stairs to where her next class was. She positioned her crutch on the first step bt sighed and stepped back down. She couldn't do it.
"Do you need some help?" A charming voice said smoothly. Stella turned on her crutch and smiled at the handsome varsity football team captain. He had a chiseled jaw and smooth brown hair that draped a a few strands over his eyes. His name was Brandon and was the most gorgeous senior around. "If you...if you could just help me pick up my books...that'd be great." She stuttered and blushed. "No prob," He said picking up her two books and tucking them under his arm, "What class?" He flashed his insanly charming smiled. Stella swallowed hard and tried to remember, "Uhh, Flassen." She spat out quickly. Brandon looked up and frowned, "Upstairs?" He asked shocked at her attempt. She nodded, "Yeah, I can hold my books, it's cool." She tried to seem calm and cool. He smiled "Nawhh, It's cool." He flashed his teeth. Stella looked at him confused when he walked closer.
With one swift swing, she was up in his arms and he started walking up the stairs. He smiled effortlessly at her and she blushed. With every step, he just kept a content smile and held her like a precious doll. He set her down at the stop and smiled, "You good?" He asked and waited calmly for a response. "Yeah," She nodded breathlessly. He strod confidently to the third door on the left side of the building. "Ahh, Mrs. Flassen." He smiled and waiting for her to crutch over. He opened the door and she walked in. Everyone whipped their heads around and smiled eagerly to see who it as and then a few girls whoooed at her. Brandon put her books on her desk and started to walk away. "You good?" He smiled charmingly. Stella nodded quickly. "Thanks," She smiled and sat down. "No prob," He shrugged and walked out smoothly.
Stella imagined his gorgeous face for the whole class period and got her cast signed. When the bell rang, she sighed again and got up. She got pushed over onto her desk but got back up and glanced out the open door. Brandon was waiting by the railing for her.