Abigail Johnson

Abigail Johnson was born in Pennsylvania. When she was twelve, her family traded in snowstorms for year-round summers and moved to Arizona. Abigail chronicled the entire road trip and has been writing ever since. She became a tetraplegic when she was seventeen, but hasn't let that stop her from bodysurfing in Mexico, writing and directing a high-school production of Cinderella, and becoming a published author. Visit Abigail at abigailjohnsonbooks.com and on Twitter @AbigailsWriting.




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It felt like such a loaded question when I asked, “Are you coming with me?”

He fought his smile and lost. “Apparently. Which way?”
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“I forgot I was angry, just by looking at you
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“You have no idea what you looked like sitting in the moonlight. You glowed, and I wanted to be close to you, before I even knew your name. That’s why I didn’t go back inside right away.”

“That sounds like a bit of revisionist history to me. I’m pretty sure you stayed outside to yell at me.”

Daniel smiled at my attempted humor. “I’m serious. I walked out of a nightmare and there you were. It was because of you that I walked out. I don’t remember if I yelled or not, I just remember not wanting to blink.
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