Arthur Charles Abrams, "Artie" (sg_artie) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2011-09-23 07:52:00 |
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these boots were made for walkin'
Who: Artie Abrams and OPEN (to many)
When: 23 September, On his way to first period
Where: Hallway
What: Artie's got swag in his strut.
It gave him chills to leave his wheelchair stashed away in the choir room closet and venture out into the hallway with nothing but a pair of crutches. He'd looked almost longingly at it before closing the closet door. It was silly to miss that giant, awkward contraption, wasn't it? But he'd made some good memories with that chair. The time he'd raced Tina down the hall in wheelchairs, the first time Brittany had plopped right into his lap, the time Rachel Berry tried to push him offstage, the Proud Mary number that never made it to competition...
No way, what a ridiculous notion, to think he could ever miss his wheelchair! Artie shut the door on his old friend and turned carefully, steadying his balance as he took cautious steps towards the door. He adjusted his backpack, which contained only the bare minimum that Artie needed to get by with during his school day. The sound of lockers shutting and kids talking filled the hallway, and Artie drew in a nervous breath. What if someone shoved him and knocked him off balance? It was altogether likely, but... he'd had worse. He'd had his wheelchair thrown down stairs and wedged into a porta-potty before. It would be no different. It was nothing he couldn't handle. Nothing I can't handle, he repeated to himself, like a mantra. This is nothing I can't handle.
Mustering all his courage, Artie stepped out into the busy hallway.