"Any news yet?" I ask anxiously, looking at the frail appearance of both parents; my mother is especially different: her hair falls carelessly across her face, her skin an aging pale, her eyes, a once vivid and energetic blue, look around hopelessly and lacking life. A tear slips from her eye. My father's arms are rested behind him on the counter as he looks out into the living room. My mother sits on a bar stool, her head between her hands.
"He's been classified as deceased due to lack of news," She whispers, keeping her eyes downcast.
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Chasing Rainbows
JugendliteraturLarkin 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...
