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Chapter 2
§ Sierra's P.O.V §
I was in the garden, sitting on the ground as I worked. I was singing quietly to myself as I filled water balloons with paint.
" Popeye the sailor man, he lives in a caravan.
He slept with his granny and tickled her fanny.
He's Popeye the sailor man."
I had just filled the last one when everything went black.
"Guess who?" a voice said into my ear.
"Popeye?" I asked, "Look man, it's not my fault you've got a thing for your granny. I just happen to like the song."
Suddenly, I could see again. I turned to see Mason standing behind me with an amused look on his face.
"Popeye?"
"What! It's a catchy song."
I started singing it again as I placed all of my balloons in a basket. Mason laughed as he helped me load the balloons.
"Dare I ask what's in the balloons?"
"At your own risk."
"Ok, what's in the balloons?"
"Paint."
"Paint?"
"S'what I said, Paint."
"Ok, why?"
"Just follow the leader kid."
He laughed, " Yes ma'am!"
He followed me to the garage and stood there staring at me expectantly.
"Ok, I hope you don't mind getting your clothes a little dirty."
"What are we doing?"
"Mom wants the garage painted so I volunteered!"
"Cool, so-uh…where are your stencils?"
"Stencils?"
"Yeah, you know to do the outline for your picture…"
"Oh, those are pointless. I never colour inside the lines."
"So how are we painting without a guideline!?"
"You don't always have to be so practical you know. Live a little," I told him and handed him a balloon," colour outside the lines. We'll call it abstract art!"
He looked at me for a second as if really seeing something for the first time. In fact, it was getting a little uncomfortable. I knew that i wasn't looking my best with my hair pulled into a ponytail and my already paint splattered dungarees with holes in the knees. I had a vest underneath but I could feel that my whole stomach was exposed. Not to mention I was barefoot and my toenails were a metallic purple.
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Colouring Outside The Lines
أدب المراهقينSierra has only ever been able to count on herself. People see her as that eccentric black girl but there's more to her than meets the eye. Will she let anyone close enough to help her? Mason is a puppet and his parents the masters...is Sierra the s...
