How She Got Away

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My name is Sky and I have a story to tell. I'm not that well at telling stories, but here it goes.

Me and Rose live alone together. My mom is always on business and I never knew my father. I am a Junior at Qiunns High.  My sister Rose attends Quinns College Of Performing Arts. She wants to become an artist. Let me tell you, she has such a way with the brush. The way her pencil or brush flows onto paper so effortlessly is amazing. She can create many things with her pencils.

One thing she likes to draw is the tree in are spacious backyard. She can draw every detail so perfect, down to the very last leaf. Under the tree, in the cool shade of it, is a sprouting rose. A little above the horizon in the picture, is the sun rising. She say the Rose represents her and the Sky represents me. Together, we share the tree. Each leaf representing a memory. Before she left, every time we would make a memory and she would add a leaf to her painting. I would I always sneak out in the middle of the night to see if there was and sprouting leaves to represent the new memory we made. I would always find one.

The day before she left we had made a new memory together, the last memory.

We had decided to explore the woods behind our back yard and everything in those woods looked so perfect. Rose sat down on a large Boulder and started to draw everything. I just sat there and watched. What seemed like minutes was hours. When it was finally dark we walked home. We went into her room where she studies, she used to call it her "Study Room". We walked into the Study Room and I watched as she drew a new leaf on that tree. We both stayed up and watched Christmas Movies. When she fell asleep on the couch, I snuck outside to find a budding leaf, and I did.

Once I was satisfied with finding s new leaf I fell asleep on the separate couch.

I woke up the next morning and she was gone. She had left a note on the kitchen counter.

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