Life Changing *1x1 open*

Emma used to be a star soccer player. Then, on the night before the championship, she crashed. Four friends plus her in a car. All were having fun, but then a drunk crashed into them, only her. One other survived, if that's what you'd call it. She was paralyzed from the waist down. Now she needs therapy and pick me up. Will thee new kid be any good?

Name: Emma Kent
Age: 16
Bio: more to come
Pic: later.

There's nothing specific about the new kid,

Pic:

Can I be him ?

Sure!

Name: Leon Bruselle
Age:18
Bio : he´s always had the reputation of a bad guy, yet he is a complete mystery to everyone, which means people don´t know for certain wether he is good or bad news. His past is unknown  to most people and he prefers to keep it like that. He does not have any friends .
Pic:

(Nice, I will start us off. And awesome pic! we're starting after she gets released from the hospital the first day back to school)

I sighed as I went back and everyone stopped to stare at me. The former soccer star of the school, now reduced to be stuck in a wheel chair. I went to my locker which was a full body locker and set especially for my needs. No one made a comment to me, not including the questions of are you okay and how you feeling. The comments they avoided were I am so sorry about your friends, what was going on when the crash happened. By now everyone knew, it was all over the news.

I rolled my eyes as I headed to the school´s entrance . I despised with morbid passion that place. It was full of gossip people who had no idea about anything, they were as clueless as everyone else. I was aware of all the whispers and stares I earned as I walked by the school halls. As if it couldn´t get any more annoying , there was a barbie like looking girl standing against my locker .Did they not get the message I did not date or what ?

I sighed as I shut my locker. My bag hung on the back of my wheelchair, with all my stuff in it. I turned around while trying not to roll over anyone. Then I sat there, and played with my skirt. It was easier to where long skirts. There's not much to work with.

"Can you move over , please?" I asked the girl without looking at her. I was not in the mood for stupid games, neither did I want to stand a shallow girl trying to flirt with me or making fun of me.

I looked over when I heard a girl whining about being asked to move over. It was upsetting to not just him, but me too. Girls like that always gave us bad names. And I was jealous of both because they had two legs that weren't damaged. I looked down again as they continued until she just walked away. I went to my first class as quietly as my wheel chair would allow. Right now it had a squeaky wheel, but I could tell my teacher to tighten the screw.

I looked over when I heard a girl whining about being asked to move over. It was upsetting to not just him, but me too. Girls like that always gave us bad names. And I was jealous of both because they had two legs that weren't damaged. I looked down again as they continued until she just walked away. I went to my first class as quietly as my wheel chair would allow. I stopped write there outside my classroom, the door locked and closed obviously.

I sighed loudly after the girl had walked away from my locker. Those kind of things were always exhausting, especially because I had no interested in being noticed by others. I hated to gain people´s attention that much.

I waited until the teacher showed up then went inside. I went to a table in the back, one without chairs attached. Usually right now my best friends and I would be hanging out in the hall. There were four, but only one was left. He was still at the hospital, he was comatose so it was like I had no friends.

After grabbing the books I needed, I headed to my first class, knowing it would be a long day.

I laid my head down on the table and waited for the bell. Five minutes later everyone had gathered inside and the bell rang. The teacher began class like always, no questions or welcome back for me. Not that I wanted one, I didn't want to be acknowledged. I sat there like a doll, while people whispered about me, even pointed.

(he can be in one of her classes if you want)

I made it to the classroom when the class had already started. I knew I would get a lecture from Mrs. Peterson when the class ended , so I just ignored all the stares I got and sat down on the only seat left , next to Emma Kent.

I laid my head down. I didn't want to be here. More so than before. I use to sit up front but now I was restricted to the back.

I crossed my arms , getting comfortable on my seat and yawned . I still felt kind of sleepy .

I looked at the guy beside me. Leon, not exactly my favorite kid. But he wasn't so bad, at least he doesn't throw lines at me.

I felt Emma´s eyes on me. I kept my gaze focused on the board , ignoring her. A good thing about sitting beside her was that she probably wouldn´t acknowledge me . Exactly what I needed.

I looked away and closed my eyes. I opened them a few minutes later but kept my head turned away. I heard someone whispering about me. ".....She was hit directly and she got paralyzed....." One said. "......She lost three friends and one is in the hospital...." At that point I raised my hand. "Yes Emma?" "May I please be excused?" I asked. She nodded and I got out as quickly as I could. Which wasn't that quick.

I shook my head at the people who were laughing after Emma had gone out of the classroom. Couldn´t they at least fake sympathy to Kent after what had happened to her ?

I go to the bathroom and look at myself. I looked away before I cried. I wanted to know why this happened to me. I got a text from my mom saying I was allowed to go to the three funerals. The parents all agreed to wait until I got out since I woke up.