Part Two: Chapter Fifty Five

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Aunt Shannon,

I guess that I should start by saying that I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I'm such a fuck up. I'm sorry that I made a hard couple of months harder. I get why you gave up on me. Hell, I would have given up sooner. So thanks, I guess, for holding out hope for longer than most would.

I'm cleaning up my act, or, at least, I'm trying. It's really hard, you know? Being half a world away from anyone and everyone who cares about me. I miss you. I miss the warm air of my home, Brood Beach and the Gold Coast, the salty spray that comes with every wave, the familiarity of a waxed surfboard, the constant sun; it's my home. I miss Mom. I miss Dad. I miss Gray too. Not a day goes by that I don't think about you guys. I even miss Jenna and her constant bantering from before everything happened. God. Life was so much easier back then. What I'm trying to say is... When I turn eighteen, I want to come back to you. If you don't want me, all you have to do is ignore my nervous, rambling letter. But, if by any chance, you forgive me, please reply.

With Love,
Larkin

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