Glitter Glue

Chapter 10

Days passed and I worried endlessly. Thomas moped around the house and sat cooped up in the attic most of the time which left me not paying attention in school or forgetting to turn in even the few pieces of homework that I remembered to do. It further broke my already broken heart every time I saw the young pain in his shiny,blue eyes. When I found time within my trying to be busy life, I tried to play with Thomas, but he only smiled and went back up to the attic. It sounds pathetic, I know. I sat on my bed and cried because my little brother was hurting.
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About a week later, I had an idea. I really hoped it work. Opening my closet with a creak, I pulled out a box that I hadn't seen in a while. It left a trail of hot pink sparkles on my bedroom floor as it was dragged into the middle of the room.
I called Thomas to my room and watched him flop in with his hands in his pockets. He glanced at the box and then went and landed on my bed.
"Thomas, are you broken?"
Thomas just looks at me thoughtfully and then looked back at my ceiling.
" I dunno I think maybe," he said quite bluntly.
"Well I know how to fix you"
"Hmm... and how's that?" He had his hands behind his head. He looked so grown up that it was hard for me to even look. Instead, I sat him in my lap and pulled the box over to where we sat in the middle of the floor. He only opened it and stuck his finger in the glittery sparkles that were caked onto the side of the cardboard box.
"Thanks, sister" he just wiped the glitter on his jeans and left again.
His fifth birthday was coming up soon and I had to fix him by then. Luckily, I had a plan. It was a better plan than just the box of glitter glue but it would take a lot of planning and I would have to use the car even though I was fourteen, but I was tall for my age. No one would even notice. Hopping into the car, I took a deep breath and stepped on the gas.