Tara
I traced the scar of the mark on my arm. It was ragged and bumped, making me pout. This was the only scar I have in my body and it was making me kind of insecure since it was also big. Everyone could see it; I was actually surprised that no one mentioned it during Connor’s announcement last time.
Speaking of Connor, he was sitting beside me reading a book. It was a sunday and he was going to stay at home the whole day. I peeked at the cover page of the book; it was Rising Sun by Michael Crichton. Heard of the guy, never read any of his books.
“Let’s watch a movie,” I suggested to Connor for the nth time today.
He ignored me and continued reading. I frowned. I have been telling him we should be couch potatoes today and just watch a random movie. He agreed on the first part, but he refused to watch a movie with me.
“Connor, come on,” I insisted.
"Go and watch a movie in the living room, Tara. I'll just stay here and read," Connor replied.