Author's Note

Hey, guys!

I'm so sorry that I took so long to update! I won't let it happen again- hopefully.

Anyway, here's Chapter Ten for y'all.

Jumping Through the Stars

Chapter Ten

Today's Monday; I finally get to see my friends again! I spent all of yesterday outside sitting in Armor's stall with him as he lie on the ground. I talked to him all day, and just spent time with him.

It was morning now and my alarm just went off. I rolled myself over in bed and pressed my finger to the 'OFF' button. I went to get out of bed, momentarily forgetting about my situation, but soon realized it when I was unable use my arms to push myself up in bed.

If I never regain feeling, I still want to be able to get ready for the day by myself, I thought. I certainly don't mind the help, but this morning I want to try.

With that, I pushed myself up with only my left hand, supporting myself on that hand while I swung my left leg over the edge of the bed. Then, I sat up and used my left side to help myself into a standing position with my hand on the head-board of my bed to help me. I then let go and stretched out my arm, pulling my wheel chair closer to me. I turned and sat down in it. I smiled; I'm doing good. I then used my left hand to try to move the wheels and make my way to the dresser, but I wasn't doing a very good job without using two hands. I decided to try to stand up and just carefully make my way over. I could hop over like a bunny.

I pushed my body up from the chair and stood, balancing myself. I then slowly made my way to my dresser. I smiled and began pulling out what I'd wear: a light pink tank-top that has a few buttons on the front and lace on the thick straps. It had a few off-white flowers on it as well. I then pulled out a knee-length black skirt and slowly dressed. I then made my way to my closet and bent down, careful not to lose my balance and fall, and picked up a pair of black flats. I stood up straight with the shoes in my hand and thought of the easiest way to put these on. After a moment of thought, I decided to make my way back to my bed and sit. I then used just my left hand to slide a shoe onto each foot. I stood and looked into my full-body mirror triumphantly.

I knew I would have an extra hard time brushing my hair without help, so I called in Aunt Jeanine. She gently brushed my hair.

"Will you put it up in a high ponytail, please?"

"Yes."

I thanked her and when she finished my hair, she pushed me into the bathroom in my wheel chair.

"Call me when you finish." I agreed, and brushed my teeth and washed my face, all with one hand.

"Aunt Jeanine! I'm done in the bathroom!" I called. I heard footsteps and she appeared and wheeled me out of the bathroom. She then called Caleb to help her bring me down the stairs.

"Wait!" I said. "I don't want to go down the stairs in the chair. I want to walk down."

"Okay; we can do that," Caleb said. I stood from my wheel-chair and held onto my aunt as Caleb carried the chair down the stairs and set it at the bottom. Then, he came back up, and I held onto the railing with my left hand and Caleb stood behind me with a hand on my right arm to keep me balanced. Aunt Jeanine walked down the stairs and into the kitchen and I slid my left hand down the railing a few inches and then hopped down the step on my left foot. My right foot sort of just fell behind me and I continued hopping down the steps. I finally reached the bottom.

"Yes!" I said. "I did it."

"Nice job," Caleb said.

"Thanks."

"Any time. Now, go get something to eat; I'm driving you to and from school from now on; you aren't taking the bus. We'll leave once you get an apple or something," Caleb said. I agreed and my aunt took me into the kitchen and handed me a Pop Tart and then led me back out to where Caleb was waiting, ready to go. He had my back-pack over one shoulder and his over his other shoulder. I asked him to check if my phone was in my bag and it was.

"Let's go," I said. "Bye, Aunt Jeanine!"

"Bye, you two. Have a nice day."

"Thanks, you too," Caleb said and pushed me out the front door. He helped me into his shiny, dark blue Mustang and placed my wheel chair in the trunk after folding it up.

We were at school a few minutes later, and Caleb helped me back into my wheel chair. I noticed a lot of people staring and I was already fed up with it, and we weren't even out of the parking lot yet.

We were just about to go through the front doors of the school when my friends bombarded us. I got a hug from all the girls and the guys were all smiling.

"Tris! We're so, so, so glad you're finally back!" Marlene yelled.

"Yeah!" Christina and Shauna agreed.

"So, did you like my joke?" was the first thing Uriah said to me, referring to his cookie at the doctor joke. I rolled my eyes, smiling.

"Yes, Uri, I did! I'm so glad to be back, to see all of you!" I exclaimed.

"Tris, if you need any help," Four said. "I'm here for you." I smiled.

"Thanks, Four. I'll definitely take you up on that. Will you be my official helper?" We laughed.

"Sure, Tris. No problem."

"Okay, if he's your 'official helper'," I heard Caleb say from behind me. "Then can I go?" I nodded and he handed Four my bag and rushed away, not giving me much of a chance to thank him. Four stepped behind my chair.

"Okay, let's go," he said and we entered the school. As I passed, I noticed a lot of people staring at me and there were a few people who I heard whispering about me as we passed. I really don't get what's such a big deal.

We'd made it to my locker with more people staring at me.

"Oh my Gosh," I muttered.

"What?" Four questioned.

"I am so ready to give all these people the finger." He laughed.

"I bet you are, Miss Nosy, I bet you are. I can see it in your face." He paused. "So, what do you have first?"

"Social Studies," I replied and he nodded. I opened my locker and pulled out my Social Studies materials with one hand. I was passing them over to Four when I dropped them. "Sorry," I said and leaned over the side of my chair to pick them up. He placed a hand on my shoulder and pushed me back up straight gently.

"It's okay; I got it," he said and picked up my things, and held onto them. I took my bag from his hands and reached up to put it on a hook in my locker, but couldn't quite reach. I kept stretching forward, trying to get it on the hook. Eventually, I just huffed and turned to face Four. I shoved my backpack toward him.

"You do it. Please."

He laughed and hung the bag up; I slammed my locker shut, and we headed off to Social Studies.

Author's Note

Again, I apologize for taking such a long time to update. Thank you guys for being so patient, though! I really appreciate it.

Also, on my other story, "In and In", I'd love to update, but I can't until people leave me some good ideas for the Truth or Dare game the group is going to have. So, please leave me some ideas; I'm not good at coming up with truths.

Thank you for reading and please let me know what you thought of the chapter!

~MoMaster