"What do you want me to draw for you?" I ask, looking up at my brother with curious eyes.
"An oak tree," Gray replies. "I want it to go from the bottom of my foot to my knee, running along the side of my leg.
"As you wish," I laugh, winking to my brother. Little did I know that the drawing I worked tirelessly on to make perfect, would never be ready in time. After all, anything I made for Gray could on be perfect.
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Chasing Rainbows
Teen FictionLarkin 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...
