A short story about a girl with quadriplegia.
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=-=-= She did not look at the waters that she entered. Did not see the swift current that would soon carry her away, towards rocks that lay jagged under the surface.. Was unaware of how the board would flip, how she would spiral underwater, the rip rushing at her. Couldn't make out how she was destined to smack into a certain rock, not enough to kill her but definitely capable of ending her life as she knew it... =-=-=
-- So this is from the author like two years later or something: Don't bother with this story. It's poorly researched, poorly written, poorly executed in general. I had literally never met a quadriplegic before or while writing this and I dont know what made me think that I had the insight or talent to write from such an immensely different perspective.
THANK YOU SO MUCH @-unstereotypxcal FOR THE EPIC COVER :D
[INSPIRED BY 'UNTOUCHABLE' :)]
'Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.' - William Shakespeare.
Avery Johnson, blinded by an accident, always believed that she would never find love, that was until a certain hockey player turns up and asks to sit at her table.