Zack was running down a hallway at Bayside. He was running as fast as he could, full speed, trying to reach Kelly. He tripped over a little matchbox car and couldn't get back up. A group of students was laughing at him, laughing, taunting. It was horrifying. He couldn't escape, he couldn't run. He blacked out. As soon as he opened his eyes he was standing in The Max. People were full of laughter, talking about Christmas, his friends wishing him well as he walked out the door. His Ford Escort, in perfect condition was parked where he had left it. Instead of getting in, he called 911 on his cellphone to report somebody doing 65 in a 35 zone. As he made the call he heard two cars crash. It startled him, but when he ran over he saw Kelly's little white Honda crumpled by a convertible. Zack ran over and saw Kelly, pinned in the driver's seat. She looked up and mouthed "I saved your life, Zack." and died as Zack tried to get to her. He stiffened, fell and couldn't get up. He couldn't go on, and the people, they were shouting at him, taunting him, mocking him... And the horrible beep... the beep...

Jolting awake, Zack tried to remember it was just a dream. None of that had happened. And the beep was just his alarm clock. He smacked it and pulled himself to a sitting position. That dream was nothing short of terrifying. It made him realize how affected he was, and that he didn't have to numb his feelings about the accident. He was okay to feel resentful that he couldn't walk, and that the walk from The Max to his car was his last, was something he didn't have to act so cheery about. He also came to terms with the fact that part of him died when he was in that crash. The innocence that everything was always going to work for him and that after a wink and a smile, he could have anything, that was gone.

Zack went through his morning routine, with the aid of a chair lift installed on the stairs, all doors widened, the stairs widened, all to accommodate his need. His parents were going through a process of making everything wheelchair accessible in their house so Zack could be at home on his own, and have to go without important things like access to food, or medicine.

Once he was done getting ready, it was time. Time to get in a car for the first time since his accident the month before. His mom had bought a new van to accommodate Zack's wheelchair, but it didn't make Zack feel any better. He was scared. Sure, he had traveled from the hospital to the rehab center, but that was by helicopter. And when they sent Zack back they took a helicopter to the hospital, which was just several blocks away, just outside their neighborhood, and out of fear Zack had requested for his mom and him to walk home, while his dad drove his stuff in his car. Fact was, he didn't want to get in another accident. But it was only because he wanted to go to school that he got into the van. Suddenly there was a loud whirring.

"Are you okay honey?" his mom asked, looking back at him.

"Uh huh. Never better, mom," Zack replied, clinching the sides of his seat.

The entire ride had Zack on edge. When he finally let go of his seat, his knuckles were white and his hands were sweaty. Anxiously, Zack grabbed his bookbag and got out of the van, and went into Bayside High School.

As soon as he got in the door, he had managed to run into one of the better basketball players, John.

"Morris, Morris, Morris, don't tell me you strained your knee again!" John asked smoothly, patting him on the back.

"Uh, no, car accident," Zack replied.

"How long you off for Zack, a week, two weeks? Come on, we need you for the tournament!" John encouraged Zack, oblivious to Zack's condition.

"John. I'm off, permanently. I quit, meaning you're captain," Zack glared at him.

"Zack, I accept captain, but I mean, what do you mean you're off permanently?"

"I mean it's none of your business, John!" Zack snapped and wheeled off.

Zack made it down the hall after many stares and turned into his first stop, Mr. Belding's office.

Zack knocked, trying to be polite.

"Why come on... in?" Mr. Belding said and looked down and saw Zack.

"Zack, what on earth happened? Strained muscle again? How long are you off the basketball team?" Mr. Belding asked, looking worried.

"I'm off permanently, Mr. Belding. I need a schedule change and permission to use the elevator."

"But, but why Zack! What happened?"

"I got in a car wreck, and... and... got... hurt."

"You... what?"

"Mr. Belding, do I have to say it?"

"I don't think so. It's very clear. So you broke your knee cap, is that it?"

"No! The car hit mine from the driver's side and drove right into... my back. I'm... I'm..."

"Distraught?"

"That and... para... para... paralyzed." Zack muttered it so softly, but Mr. Belding clearly heard it. His face sunk and the look on his face was of pure pity.

"Zack, I'm so, so sorry. I shouldn't have pried so much. If you ever need somebody to talk to, you can come talk to me."

"You're so supportive Mr. Belding. Now, about my schedule, obviously, I can't take team sports anymore."

"No, you're right, we'll have to change that."

"Well... what's open? Auto shop? Wood working?"

"Open classes, open classes... Well, here's your choices Zack. Modern dance 1, that might be a little hard... Child development, open to girls only..."

"Mr. Belding, that is an outrage! You can't have girl only classes!" Zack pounded his fist on the desk. He'd found his class.

"Zack Morris, I will not let you enroll in an all girl class! As I was saying, there's an alternating day class you might be talented at..."

"I'll take it!"

"Ah ah ah, they might not let you in, and it's not that it's alternating one day off, one day on, it's one day you take one class, one day you take the other. The teacher insisted on it, for maximum learning."

"Whatever it is, I'll take it."

"Okay, so concert and show choir, Zack?"

"Uhh... Sure, if that's my only choice."

"It is, Zack. You need the credits to graduate. Seeing as you have an excellent singing voice, I can't see why Mrs. Silver wouldn't let you in her class."

"Mr. Belding, I really don't have that terrific of a singing voice, I think I'd be much better in Child Development." Zack insisted. He had suddenly remembered something Slater had said about choir boys.

"Mr. Morris, your tricks won't work this time. Give it up. I've got your voice on tape. Plus, you'd be one of five or six boys that about 30 or 40 girls would love to go out with. More than you'll get with Child Development and you have a little competition." Mr. Belding said. This intrigued Zack. He didn't think that it was possible to have that many students in a class.

"You know what, you've got me sold Mr. Belding, sign me up!"

"Alright, just make sure to go talk to Mrs. Silver." Mr. Belding said, smiling about the fact that he had finally outsmarted the infamous Zack Morris. As Zack left, he felt content that he'd made Mr. Belding look foolish. Those chorus guys were dweebs, but the girls sure could sing and were just his type! Mr. Belding was the idiot in this one, that's for sure...

"You're doing WHAT?" Lisa screamed, as Zack told her during lunch what class he was going to try and get into tomorrow.

"Concert and show choir, Lisa!"

"Honey, I'm in concert and show choir and you will not be good at show choir. You have to dance!"

"Clearly Mr. Belding didn't realize that..."

"I mean, not all the time, a lot of our songs are just standing, but when we go to competition, we have a Broadway number where we dance!"

"We'll work it out Lisa!"

"Oh you better hope so for your sake Zack!" Lisa said and left. Zack sighed and stared at his food. He suddenly wasn't very hungry. People were still staring. It was beginning to feel like a dream...

(So I don't actually know if Bayside has a chorus or if Glee Club counts as their chorus. So, I'm giving them one. I know it's a little weird, but Zack needed another activity to make up for things like basketball and all that. Thanks for the reviews y'all! Next chapter coming soon, along with a couple new characters that Zack wouldn't ordinarily run into...)