Catcher in the Rye meets The Silver Linings Playbook in this coming of age tale.
Life is complicated for nineteen-year-old Miles Henderson. He was supposed to go to community college, graduate, and leave his crime polluted community for good.
But...
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As soon as we enter into Autumn's bedroom, I was awestruck by her light purple walls. Cute Disney posters and drawings cover the purple canvas while stuffed toys, women's makeup, and Barbie dolls spread across the floor.
"I think your room is more beautiful than Selina's," I complimented Autumn.
Darting my eyes across the room, I spotted her small closet. Broken crayons, puzzle boxes, and photos of a young Michael Jackson covered the bleach white desk table.
Autumn puts on a big smile.
"Thank you, Miles," she beamed. "But before I go to bed, can you play dolls with me?"
I did a sigh, removing my camera and placing it on the small, white dresser. "I would love to play with your Barbie dolls, but I need you to get some rest."
Kindly, I lowered Autumn on her bed and threw the bedcovers over her small body.
Scrunching her eyebrows, Autumn darts her eyes at Seline and me then asked us if we are a thing.
An astounded Selina gasped, "Autumn!"
Much to my chagrin, the mischievous younger sister poked fun at our flustered faces.
"Selina, I know you love him," Autumn said to her older sister. "I can see it on your oblivious face."
She picks up a soft purple pillow from the bed then swat it on Autumn's forehead.
"Ouch!" whined Autumn. "What the heck did you do that for?"
Selina crossed her arms and scowled, "You were telling a crappy lie."
"No, it's not!" she exclaimed. "I see the way you look at him."
I blinked my eyes in utter confusion. "Wait, what is Autumn—"
"Stop joking around," Selina spat at her little sister. "Miles is just a friend."
"A friend with benefits?" Autumn suspected, giggling.
Selina and I exchange odd looks.
"How exactly do you know that phrase?" I ask Autumn.
"Oh, I read Selina's diary."
"WHAT?!" Selina exclaimed, tightening her fists and eyebrows. "Why would you do that?"
Autumn slumped her shoulders up and down.
"Because your diary puts me to sleep." she recounts as a matter of fact.
Somewhere in Selina's eyes was an insatiable spark of rage itching to throttle Autumn in her sleep.
Nevertheless, Autumn didn't care; in fact, she begins complaining about Selina's "boring" personal secrets.
"Selina always complains about the same stuff every day, Miles," groaned Autumn.
