The Bright Sensibility

The Bright Sensibility

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“You have a bright future ahead of you..” The last thing that Hillary heard before bright lights came barreling at her. They weren’t kidding when they said bright, but was a bright future really the right way to describe it? A drunk was all it took to kill, to kill people and to kill someone’s happiness and soul. Hillary was an upbeat girl, smart, beautiful, and a friend to all. One accident changed that… Forced to live with her grandma in California, Hillary kept herself separated from the world. Paralyzed from the waist down, what else was she suppose to do? No one would even dare mess with a handicapped girl, why would they right? Wrong, there is Daniel. Daniel is a misunderstood bad boy, he is handsome, he is strong, and he is broken. Daniel knows what it is like to be treated unfairly because of the way you appear, with that in mind he does all he can to befriend Hillary. Why is it so hard though? To open up to someone who is only trying to help… Simple, the last person who tried to help Hillary ended up killed in the front seat of her car. With the chance of recovery, not only of her heart but her legs, can Hillary find the strength to make her bright future a reality?
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