A/N: I was originally going to post a chapter from Annie's POV but when I tried to finish what I had started I found that I had a serious case of writers block. I seem to be able to relate to what Auggie is going through during high school better because in this story what he is going through with the way that people are treating him is a lot like what I am going through at school now. Well when I was still at school for the year – I'm on the Australian equivalent of summer holidays at the moment.

So because of that I should be able to update pretty regularly if I can get my internet fixed and It doesn't start to play up again. If anyone has any ideas or requests for the nest chapter I will happily try and take them on board.

Thank you to the three people that reviewed the first chapter of this story, your reviews make me feel really happy.

Will try to update again soon

School has always been tough since the accident, most people view me as a cripple and treat me with pity and try to make my life easier – not that they do much good – or they try to ignore my obvious disability and treat me the way that they always have – like shit, absolute dog shit. Don't pity me for it, I think I prefer when they treat me that way, it means that they are ignoring the big change that has happened to me and they just let me be, be the smart, geek of a computer nerd that is picked on mercilessly

I don't like pity, never have, it makes me feel weak, like I'm not good enough to do things my way, the way I want to do them and like I can't do them without making some terrible, life threatening mistake. I love to be independent, to do things myself, because of this I have had a hard time adjusting after the accident. I remember throwing the cane that was forced upon me across the room or at the nearest person, throwing plates, forks, cups, books and anything else that I could find. My councillor said that it was my way of dealing with all of the changes that I had to go through. She was always trying to tell me that I should just accept the help that everyone was trying to give me and make my life a whole lot easier – she was so full of her self that I think she was just trying to get results so that she could get paid.

When I got back to school after the rehab the whole school population – teachers included – went through about five different stages. During my first week back at school everyone tried to avoid me like I had the plague or was some disgusting creature that had tree eyes and pimples. After about a week they started to baby me, they would lead me around the school, offer to drive me home of an afternoon. Week three they started to tell me stories they knew about vision impaired people that they knew – trying to make me feel better about me I guess. Week four they started to give me tips about the different ways that I could make my life easier – like I hadn't heard all of the tips from my rehab officer already. Week five and the novelty started to wear off, they started to get back to treating me the way that they used to with the added benefit of pitying me.

Well that was until I met Anne Walker.

I can't tell you much about what she looks like, but I have been told that she has long, usually straight, golden blond hair, long toned legs, a hott face and a great arse – not that they are the only things that matter. She is a very intelligent person, she speaks about five or six different languages, loves to travel, is an army brat who doesn't know whether to hate it or not and that her life is almost as messed up as mine.

Maybe we will be able to work through our problems together.

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