When I get home after a long, boring day, I hurriedly grab my sketchbook. I can hear giggling I the room next door and I know that my brother has arrived back home. I get my pencils and start to sketch. I draw his smirk, I draw how it doesn't reach his eyes, and then I add colour. I get my watercolour paints, purple, red, and blue and I make large splash like marks on top of the sketch.
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Teen FictionKatherine 'Kat' Brooke feels as though she has no say in life. Especially not when her family decides to pick up and go to Toronto. The problem is that Toronto is in Canada. And they lived in England. After the move, Kat feels hopeless. She has left...
