Light floods through the windows of the shed as I bend over the hood of the truck, working tirelessly on the mangled engine. A record by The Who blares loudly through the speakers connected to my player.
Oil covers my front and hands, yet I feel clean; I feel free. Singing along, I picture my father right by my side, singing along to every word with me, waiting for my mother's call to dinner and Gray in his room doing the work that he waited to do until the last moment.
A real, genuine smile spreads across my face as I fiddle with different parts of the engine. I feel like I'm home.
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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...
