“Carter, please do something else other than reading.” Dawn stood in front of her, hands on her hips. She stood out completely in her black clothes in the middle of the beautiful backyard garden. Her black hair flowed down her back in waves, her skin covered by sharpie and marker ink. Her and Carter stood in the most beautiful place Carter had ever seen.
It was a large garden, full of flowers and beautiful bushes covered in blooms. A small cobblestone path led from the house's back door into a maze of small cherry blossom trees, where flower petals covered the ground and a soft breeze blew by. The path of trees and cobblestones led in several directions but all ended in the middle of the garden, where a water fountain carved to look like a strong wolf sat howling, water falling from its m
