This chapter is a bit shorter than the others but only because I was short on time. I hope you like it. :]

Chapter Nine

Dirty Bubble Bath

After three more weeks in the hospital I was allowed to go home. I have my very own wheelchair now. The doctor thought it would make me more comfortable if I got it customized. It doesn't make me more comfortable. I now get looks from people. They think I don't see them pressing their faces to their windows but I do. I hate having all these people coming over and saying how sorry they are and then gluing their eyes to the scar on my neck.

Recently I've just been in my room listening to music and avoiding any type of encounter with my friends. I can't go swimming with Aisha, I can't play paintball with Jeremiah, I can't play volleyball with Gabby, and I won't go shopping with Vicky. I won't subject myself to all the sympathetic stares. Unfortunately Mom is forced me to go to school today.

I arrived at school and after struggling to not fall on my face while rolling out of our new van, I rolled towards the front doors of the school. It's funny how it's usually really loud outside and when I come to school I hear tons of whispers and get stared at.

"Why me?" I mumbled to myself.

I got to my locker and realized I couldn't reach anything. Yuki came up to me and helped me out.

"Glad to see you're back. I'm not too glad that you didn't text me though," he said.

He took down my books for my first three classes and handed them to me.

"Thanks and yeah I'm sorry about that. I've been...busy," I lied.

"Do you want to come over after school?" he asked.

"I can't."

"Why not?" he inquired. His smoldering amber eyes stared me down.

He can totally see right through me, I thought to myself.

"I-." I was cut off by the bell. "I'm going to be late," I said quickly and wheeled myself away from him.

I got to class on time and unfortunately so did everyone else. As soon as I entered the room everyone grew silent. Luckily this class didn't stare;

they acted like they couldn't see me.

"Oh no," I whispered as I realized Derwin is in my first period class.

I kept my head down and rolled to my seat. I felt really relieved when he didn't say anything to me. The class continued and no one looked my

way. I felt Derwin's gaze on the back of my head but I ignored it. He tapped on my shoulder and I turned my head.

"What?" I whispered loudly.

"Can I borrow a pen?" he asked.

I know he was only using this as an excuse to talk to me. I reached into my bag and grabbed an extra pen.

"Here," I said as I handed it to him.

"Thank you," he said.

I didn't reply and turned back to the three page essay we were assigned. It had to be about something in our life that really had an impact on us. I

could think of a few things but it felt awkward to write it down.

The bell rang twenty minutes later and I noticed all I had on my paper was my name and the date. Yay extra homework!

"Here's your pen," said Derwin.

"Keep it," I said and rolled past him.

"Wait up," he said.

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