"Can I help you?"
I jumped, staring at a woman in my house."My name Isabel , I came to clean"
"We're you hired by Kyle?"
"Mr. Buchner"
She noddedI apologized and went to my studio where I pulled my backpack from my desk and into my room. One thing I needed to finish was Toby's book, I needed to paint a picture and give it too him in honor of it.
I opened the first page and was instantly intrigued.
And that was it I was hooked for the day.
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It was nearing midnight and I was wiping away tears as my eyes were puffy, I held my paintbrush so delicate as I painted what his book made me feel.
I painted a DNA strand up the center of the canvas and painted the girls hand at the end of it, the tree was on the other end upside down, and all I could think about was how the girl had fell in love and that was there favorite spot, under the tree, they grew there, they made a life there. She touched the tree, she touched the sun, it was all there.
That place had all of her.
I sunk down on the linoleum and stared up at the semi wet painting, It reminded me of everything. The book did, it was my interpretation.
I pulled out my phone and took a quick picture and sent it too Kyle, he was staying the weekend at the mansion for work purposes, instantly he replied with a smiley face and told me how great it was. I wiped my nose and eyes and pulled out a piece of sketch paper and began writing my usual note.
Dear Toby, this book has broken my heart, it made me feel every emotion I could possible have and I thank yo I for that. You know I don't normally read but I did for you, I hope you enjoy this painting, I hope you find the similarities in the painting as you do in the book.
Thank you for a well written piece of literature.
K CopelandI put the note in an envelope and taped it too the back of the painting. In the morning when it was dry I would send it too his house. I placed the book ontop of my desk in my bedroom and as if the tears had led my eyes to close I laid silently on the bed and found my eyes drifting off to sleep.
I hope I didn't dream about the book.
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I woke up to my phone ringing , I had missed calls from Cameron and I quickly called back.
"Hello?"
I answeredHer voice was soft but I could feel as if she had been crying too.
"Katie?- can- can I stay with you"I raised from my bed and became worried.
"Of course, what's wrong?""I'm coming home okay, just text me your address alright"
I nodded telling her I would, I didn't want to sound to concerned but clearly I was, out of the blue like that, she calls me and I don't know what's going on at all.
"Kyle!"
I shouted walking out into the foyer."Woah, hello"
"My sister is in trouble I think"
I bit my lip, running my hand through my hair thinking."She can't hire body guards?"
He raised an eyebrow, tossing his bags on the couch"She said she was coming to stay here and I texted her the address I think she will be here in the morning"
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Art Girls (Lesbian Story)
Teen FictionArt girls. Who can take this world and put depth to a feeling, who can take a moment and forever put it on a canvas. Katie Copeland, a daughter and a triplet of two other sisters, Leah and Cameron. With the whole world within reach there family fail...