Prologue
"Jonah!" I yell angrily. "You brat!"
Jonah whimpers. "I just wanted to help!" he protests.
I look at the crayon marks all over my previously pristine, white walls. Purple, yellow, orange, green... And instantly I know mother will blame me. She always does.
"Help would be cleaning this up," I say, as calmly as I can. "Before Mother gets home
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