#Chapter354

A Christmas full of promise

Larkin

I sat in my room, drawing in my sketchbook. Everyone was coming home for Christmas break, and I was single. Oh, yay!

The front door opened. I listened to everyone but stayed in my room. My door opened, and I glanced up from my sketchpad to see Dad standing there.

“Are you coming downstairs, Lark?”

“Nah, I’m good.” I continued drawing.

Dad furrowed his brows.

It didn’t matter because my sisters and brother ran him over to get to me. They jumped onto my bed, causing it to crash.

“Mags! It looks like Lark needs a bed!”

“Again?”

“Yep!”

I couldn’t help but...