The Ones I Should Avoid

S.C.H.O.O.L-Six Crappy Hours Of Our Lives. There has never been a truer acronym in the history of acronyms. I sigh easing myself out of bed. Even after a week at home I could still feel my injuries from the accident. I limped to the shower, not bothering with my crutches. Mum would throw a tantrum if she knew. I feel bad for her ever since my near-death experience she has been clinging to me as if I will disappear. Dad has been working over-time to cover my hospital insurance and because Mum hasn’t been able to work while she is looking after me. After turning on the water I strip while waiting for it to heat up. I know without looking that my body is covered in fresh scars and dark bruises. The first time I looked at myself in the mirror I didn’t recognise myself. I had pale skin and had lost a tonne of weight. Not that I was complaining about the weight loss part but still sometimes I miss looking at my rolls in the mirror. I wince a little as I use my previously dislocated shoulder to unscrew the shampoo lid. I had to use that hand because by left hand has three broken fingers attached to it. The water washed over my body stinging the multiple cuts on my ribs where my stitches used to be. The burn mark on my upper thigh ached with pain as the hot water ran down it. I stepped out the shower careful to stand on the bath mat, so I didn’t slip. I reached down to get my towel and nearly blacked out at the exploding pain in my ribs. I reached the sink and quickly retrieved my pain meds. Downing a couple pills, I attacked my crazy hair that despite my attempts of taming it, remained in a mess. I gave up and pulled it into a ponytail instead. I pull my new school uniform on. I had to get a new one because I was a completely different size now. The skirt was a lot shorter than my old one and the shirt was tight around my chest. I wasn't as comfortable in this and felt self-consious. Tugging on my skirt one last time I collected my crutches and hobbled downstairs for breakfast. Unlike so many girls at school I loved eating breakfast! Pancakes were my favourite of course and I ate about three before limping out to my older brother’s car. I would normally drive myself but with my tendency to black out lately or fall asleep because of my medication Mum though it was probably best if I didn’t drive myself. My brother was already waiting for me. His black hair looked like it had been dragged through a bush backwards and i smirked at him. "Shut up" he said when he met my amused green eyes with his blue ones. I held my hands up in mock surrender, "I didn't say anything!" "No, but you thought it." he grumbled as we reversed out the driveway on our way to hell, better known these days as school.