Tragedy brings Tatum Avery to California. There she meets handsome, alluring, bullheaded, Eli Robertson. Together they find hardship, love, and wild situations.
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"She was stunning, so much so that it was ha...
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Madigan clings onto my waist like a wet shirt. Her tiny little arms barely make it around me all the way.
"I'll be back later." I promise her.
Fat crocodile tears fall from her grey eyes. "No!" she cries more, licking the snot from her top lip.
"I promise when I get home I'll make you a peanut butter sandwich. Extra crunchy. How's that sound?"
"Nmh-mmh. No." she grips onto my shirt tighter.
I place a hand on her head. Caressing her short wispy hair with my finger tips.
"C'mon Madigan that's enough." My mother interferes, walking over sleepily and prying Madigan from my torso, then looking up at me tenderly. "My boy, a senior in high school." Her cold plump hand caresses my cheek. "Have a good day today sweetie. And tell Sasi I said hi."
"Will do." I say, feeling slightly sad about having to leave Madigan.
When my mom first adopted her people had a lot of questions like 'what made you choose an oriental baby? or 'did you see any white ones?" Like we were picking babies from a dog kennel or something.
Madigan grew instantly attached to me when we first brought her home. Even though neighbors were extremely judgmental and thought it was weird, I didn't mind. She's my sister. I'm all she knows, and it should stay that way.
I grab a banana and head out of the door.
Ready for my first day of senior year, and whatever comes along with it.
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"I want to feel the emotions in your photographs! I want to feel a connection with the photos!" Mrs. Patel yelled over the chattering students. "Grab a camera off of my desk and go find inspiration! Go, go, go!"
"So what the hell happened at the bonfire last night?" My best friend Kingsley said examining the long, reddened, scratch just above my my wrist.
I sigh, thinking back to last night. The bonfire was dying down to a mere flame, and since I'm the one that threw it, I needed to make sure everything was cleaned. I made my way to various parts of the beach picking up solo cups, food wrappers, etc. Once I got nearer to the water, I found a girl laying there. Drunk, and laying way to close to the shore. I tried to help her up but my simple gesture seemed to alarm her. She freaked out to say the least.
