Broken Wings

Angel's POV

I had to start over… a clean slate. But I couldn't. The past keeps haunting me. My parents? Dead. My voice? I barely speak in public. My legs? Useless. And to think I would be attending the illustrious Ouran Academy to become a singer? Incomprehensible. My foster mom, Chelsey, takes good care of me. This morning started out just like every other morning… "Angel, sweetie. Time to get up!" I heard Chelsey come up the stairs. "I'm coming in." she stated before opening up the art-covered door to my room.

"Do I have to go? I don't want to see people pointing, staring, or whispering…" I muttered, pulling on a clean shirt. On the front, it had a picture of my favorite band, Imagine Dragons. I got a disapproving glare from Chelsey, and pulled it off. "But why?" I whined. Chelsey held up an incredibly tacky pale yellow dress. "Oh gods… Don't tell me I actually have to wear that thing?" I groaned in annoyance.

"Yeah, kiddo. Ouran Academy has a tight dress-code. Just try to ignore it, I know I would…" Chelsey laughed. I slipped the dress, though stupid as it is, over my head. I had to wiggle into it seeing as I can't move my legs. I pulled it down and sighed. Chelsey picked me up and plopped me into my wheelchair. I rolled myself into my bathroom, fixed my hair, brushed my teeth, and rolled back out.

"Notebooks, pens, pencils, books, other varied things, lucky necklace, songbook, colored pencils, sketchbook, manga, phone, journal, earbuds, paper for origami…" I listed, putting each item in the saddlebags… chairbags?... on my wheel chair. "So what's for breakfast?" I asked, allowing Chelsey to roll me to the elevator. Yes, we have an elevator in our house. No that is not weird.

"Well… since today is a special occasion… I made your favorite." Chelsey smiled, hitting the button for the ground floor.

My eyes almost started to glitter. " Corn muffin, turkey bacon, and peaches?" I asked incredulously. Chelsey nodded. When we got downstairs...or down elevator… I rolled quickly to the kitchen. There, at my usual spot, sat the wonderful thing I liked to call "Mmmmm…" I mumbled, savoring each bit of the scrumptious food. I finished my breakfast and put the plate in the sink.

"Now let's go. You don't want to be late on your first day, now do you?" Chelsey asked, getting me into the car and putting my wheelchair in the back. The ride wasn't very long, just about ten-or-so minutes. Chelsey got my chair out of the trunk, plopped me back into my chair, and wheeled me to the door of the prestigious Ouran Academy. "Now don't forget to call if you're staying after school. Have fun and make some friends!" Chelsey told me.

"I will! Bye!" I remarked, rolling through the door to try and clean my slate.