Storytime! mihidhi I wrote a story, not my best work but I am kind of proud of it. It begins and ends with the same sentence but a different meaning. “The red brings out your eyes” I say to my little sister now draped in a crimson dress hugging her curves on the top but flowing down just after her knees. Her green eyes are sparkling tonight. Her collarbones peek out from the shoulderless fabric. She’s simply breathtaking. “So, the dress is good?” She is still studying herself in the mirror. “Good? Lena, you look gorgeous!!!” My mom exclaims entering the room. “Even your brother’s drooling” “I am not!” I exclaim looking at Mom. They both chuckle. A few moments later, after Lena grabbed her purse and perfected herself more, I help her into the car. I get in the front and start the car. I start driving racing with the chilly autumn wind. Leaves whirl around in the air, filling it with a red, brown, and gold aura—my favorite season. “Could we open the window? It’s boili