How many selfies 'till I'm pretty?

if I could undo things

first off I want to say that my cover sucks. Maybe you could make a cover for me? if you have any cover ideas or covers for me- my email is sveap2001@yahoo.com. Just send it to me- I'll pick the winner, and the winner will get a shout out from me- just make sure you state your account name and such- and maybe information on any books you've written or will write etc. ! Please send it all in by- June, June would be cool. 

Fauna sits alone on the small bench. She watches the storm crackle, and watches the lightning crawl across the sky like a spider web. She can almost feel how in these sort of storms- as a kid she would scream YES into the air, as rain flew down on her, pelting her in wet sheets- her arms suspended in the air.

Instead she just watches the way the dandelions bend  and weave. Gwin walks out and drapes a blanket over Fauna. Fauna shrugs the blanket off and hands it back. Gwin insitently puts it back around Fauna's shoulders. Fauna snatches the blanket and crumples it in her fingers. Her fingers are a pale white as she crumples her fists around the mound of blanket. She chucks it into the rain. The blanket seems to be carried by the wind before it sticks in a muddy puddle. 

Gwin looks down at the ground as the blanket becomes soaked with the color of the mud. She looks down and scratches her ear. Silently she stands up and walks back into the kitchen.

Fauna's eyes glide silently over the horizon in slits. Her blonde hair is tied up, and her skin is pale. 

Gwin comes back with a mug of hot tea- she holds it out to Fauna. She  continues looking out at nothing. Letting out a large sigh Gwin pries open Fauna's hands and puts the steaming hot cup inside.

Fauna takes a small sip- her lips form a tight bind around the hot gulp that scorches down her throat. The world seems surprisingly quiet surrounding the two other than the clapping of thunder and the small pitter-patter of the rain.

She holds the mug in her hands for a moment and then sends it whirling towards the ground. Her expression remains blank as she stares ahead- seemingly oblivious to the broken shards and the splatter of tea. 

Gwin clears her throat. 

"Fauna," Fauna stiffens secretly noting that something was coming. Gwin's words remained a lump in her throat before she opened her mouth to speak again. 

"I think it's about time you moved on," she begins. The rain interrupts her with a small whistle. She opens her mouth to start again. 

"Gwin-," Fauna says instead. Gwin looks at her questionably. 

"What is to move on from?" her voice is monotone. Her neck stiffly turns as she looks at Gwin.

"After all- I'm just some troubled child," she spits as she stiffly turns her neck back to it's original position.

"You do this every night," Gwin retorts at a more snotty level. Fauna breaks out of her stiff trance and stands up.

"So what?" she screams, the thunder crackles as she does.

"Because it's been 10 years since Flora died Fauna!" Gwins voice rises.

"And I've lived 10 years since then- I should be dead too Gwin, don't you see?"

"What about mom, she died too, shouldn't you be sad about her?" Gwin asks gently. Fauna looks up at the roof of the porch, the small glint of tears in the corner of her eyes.

"You just don't get it," she laughs sarcastically. She gets up from the swing and it squeaks as she storms inside. Gwin winces to the slam of a bedroom door.

okay, your probably confused . . . I'll explain the history of Gwin and Fauna in the next chapter.