"Mummy! Mummy can I help you?" I ask happily, looking at my mother covered in flower.
"Of course sweetheart!" My mother laughs. Skipping over, I look to her happy. A piece of fabric drops on me, making me look like I'm a box.
"What are we making?" I ask curiously, trying to look up onto the counter. But I'm so short that the task is made to be impossible.
Flowerfalls across my face, making me blow out my cheeks and make a cloud of smoke. Standingbeside my mummy, I copy every motion.
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Chasing Rainbows
Ficção AdolescenteLarkin Katherine Walker has lived a long, tragic life. At the age of twenty, the past five years have slipped by without her living them at all. So what is she going to do about it? After all, going after happiness is like chasing a fucking rainbow...
