PROLOGUE:6 months later. "Dylan," I eagerly waved through the window as he came into view and his eyes almost immediately met mine. His smile mirrored mine and he pushed the doors of 'Caffeina,' our all-time favorite coffee shop. I gave a quick glance at my reflection on the phone screen and patted away stray strands of hair. No matter how many times we went out on dates, I still felt self-conscious around him. The cafe door made a ting and he walked in a casual, yet sexy way. I bit back a smile, eyes never looking away from his and slowly stood up. Pain shot in my legs and I winced while clutching the table. He broke his stride and ran the last two steps towards me, "Hey, are you okay?" He gently wrapped his fingers around my waist to help me stand and I smiled, "Now that you're here, yes," I joked. Gosh, who would

Chapter 2: The Jump"Hope Everett," Coach Sanders voice boomed and his slightly wrinkly face seemed to crease even more.I winced at the icy look he was throwing at me, "Coach, I can explain.""Explain? I don't want to hear your excuses kid, you're already 30 minutes late and everyone is ready except for you. So get to that plane, now!" He whipped out his arm, pointing furiously towards the plane on the tarmac. Nodding, I rushed head hanging low to the equipment room where all the helmets, suits and parachute bags were stored. In less than a minute, I was up and ready, suit on and helmet in hand. I smiled satisfactorily as I checked if I double checked my equipments. Always have a second parachute, just in case. Coach Sanders words seemed to echo in my head and I snatched a second parachute- better be safe than sorry. I checked

Chapter 4: DenialBeep. Beep."No, no, no, my baby," a woman shrieked. "Miss Everett, we are very sorry," a man said, "We did our best during the operation but her landing was the worst one possible. Her legs took the whole impact."The woman sobbed harder. "Is it- is it irreparable?" A girl's voice quivered. Silence. Where was I? I couldn't see a thing. The man's tone was hesitant, "The

Chapter 6:When I next awoke, it was late at night and the lights were off. It took me awhile to adjust my sight and see two still figures. It seemed like frail mom was lying on the couch and Tina was sleeping in the chair, head tipping forward and her locks covering her face. She was born with very straight hair but always curled it because she hated how it made her face look 'flat.' Yeah, I didn't understand what that meant but anyone could see that she was beautiful either way.Staring at the two huge casts over my legs, I was reminded that the damage could be irreversible. What would my everyday life be like? A painful image of me in a wheelchair for the rest of my life lowered my spirits. There was no way I was getting out of this hospital with both feet. Could you imagine losing one member of your body for good? 

Chapter 8: For the next five days, mom and Tina dropped by nearly everyday to visit me even if it was for a few hours. My situation had not really changed except for the fact that I got a private toilet and that I could finally, finally, relieve myself without someone banging on the door every 2 seconds. I was allowed to wheel in the corridor and play with children in the kids section and my arms were strong enough to pull myself alone - like a big girl - onto the hospital be