The summer before senior year. The three months of your life when you still felt careless, but hung onto childish dreams, when you felt free, but at the same time felt your parent's gaze following you.
Violet herself was living through these pre...
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Feeling out of place Violet tilted her head against her window, not really listening to her mother's ranting. In her mind she was back at the beach, waiting for some kind of suggestion from her friends about their next step. But of course her family had to step in, with her father's shiny new car rolling in to a stop next to Theo's battered up grey one.
The ride back home had been a silent one, and judging from her father's look something unpleasant awaited Violet when she got home. She had left all her happiness back at the beach, throwing a simple good bye behind her back after she had hurried over to her father, searching his dark blue eyes for a clue about what had happened. So it was only natural that Violet was taken aback when she found out, her mother was only angry about her daughter's midnight adventure.
Apparently, Mamma Sandra, that was what Michael called the way too outspoken woman, had called Catherine, to ask what she knew about their kids' midnight stroll.
-What if something bad happened to you Violet? I thought we went over this before, I don't mind you going out late, as long as I know where you are.- Catherine stood before her daughter with a hand on her hip, watching Violet with disappointment that only a mother could do.
-I didn't want to wake you, and I didn't know that we were going out until the others showed up on our front porch.- Heaving a sigh Violet lifted her head, looking into her mother's eyes.
-And what would've happened if I woke up and noticed that you weren't home? Do you know, how scared I would have been?- shaking her head, Catherine didn't tear away her gaze.
-But you didn't, did you? Mom, I'm sorry, I really am, but don't think that it was that big a mistake.-
Catherine stayed quiet for a moment, the lines on her face smoothing out as if she had just realized that once, she herself had been a teenager.
-Alright, just Violet, please promise to me that you'll tell me if this happens again. Is that okay with you?- Violet couldn't stop the grin from making its way up her face. This had to be a first, her mother being so easy going with new rules, and there was no way that she would betray Catherine's trust now. Or at least, not if she could help it. So the brunette girl nodded before standing up from the chair she had been sitting on.
-Of course I will.- she promised quickly, hoping that she could keep this promise. The only requirement for it was that Michael didn't come up with late night escapes in the middle of the night. But knowing Michael, that would be like asking a dog to stop barking, just about impossible, so Violet couldn't help feeling slightly guilty. But she forgot about it in seconds, when Catherine walked out of the room, leaving Violet alone. So in hopes of calming her mind, Violet walked over to her desk and flipped open her sketchbook, fingers tracing over the faint lines of watercolor.
Page after page was filled with different plants and flowers, almost all of them from Violet's room, or plants that she saw on walks. Needless to say, with an interest in nature and art, Violet tried to capture every plant in her art journal. Dotted into the book you could find a drawing or two of birds, or a few spreads of charcoal drawings showing off Violet's friends. Cause more than once the girl made them sit as models for her to draw them. These drawings could easily be called the most prized possession of Violet, and no matter what happened, she tried to keep them out of harm's way.
