![]() ![]() "Well, let me finish this and I'll go away." ![]() But Chance, frustratingly unbothered by my threat, turned his back to us. I was a kid, and I guess being tough seemed like the thing to do, especially in front of my sister. In retrospect, I don't know why I felt the need to be so mean. He's a cop, and you're gonna be in trouble if I tell him you're here." "That's my dad's house," I announced, pointing to the rooftop visible through the trees. He was a runt, closer to Ash's size than mine, and I knew I could scare him off if he was there to cause trouble. He was covered in grass and mud from crawling up and down the banks, camouflage paint smudged across his cheeks, and he stared at us like we were the weird ones. Even at eight years old, my half sister, Ashlin, and I both thought this was pretty bizarre.Ĭhance turned to stare at us with wide, round green eyes that didn't really fit his face. He had Malibu Barbie tied to the end of a fishing pole by her ankles and was reeling her in from the creek behind Dad's house. When we first met Chance Harvey, he was playing with Barbies. ![]() Made of Stars Even the Stars are Lies By Kelley York, Stacy Abrams, Alycia Tornetta Entangled Publishing, LLC Copyright © 2013 Kelley York All rights reserved. ![]()
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