So, I hope you like the second chapter, it's a little bit longer than the last one, I'm trying to make them longer but if I upload every other day then you'll have to forgive their shortness…..

Lich asks "Did you get the book?"
"Yep, it's in my game bag. Did you get the pots?"
"Of course I got the pots, how are we supposed to take the plants home if we don't have pots?"
"I was just making sure Lich, you don't have to be so defensive."
"Sorry, I just a little irritable from being shaken rudely awake."
"You sleep like a log!"
"Well I can't help that!"
"Well, then I can't help shaking you to wake you."
"You win." Lich concedes with a grin.

We sit down on that log and I open the book. This book is very special. We aren't allowed to touch it, so taking it out of the house it will definitely get us into trouble if we get caught. We have to hurry and get back before they wake up. My grandfather started it and my Mom helped him. Later she and Daddy finished it. It was originally supposed to be a book of edible and herbal plants but it has lots of other things in it. Daddy drew pictures of all the special people in their lives when they were kids. My favorite is the page that says Evening Primrose. It is such a beautiful flower and it reminds me of the flower I am named for, Lysimachia. My mother named me after my aunt Primrose because the flowers looked similar. I flip to that page and it reminds me why we are here.

"Are you sure there are any primrose left?" I ask my brother.
"I'm sure there have to be some, what do they look like exactly?"
"Just like my flower, remember?"
Lich and I examine Daddy's beautiful drawing.
"You should really try to draw sometime, I think you would really be good at it."
"Lys, you know I'll never be like daddy." Lich argues.
"I won't either but I love it." I smile as the memories flash back.
Daddy and I always stay at home when my mother goes hunting and we draw together. He is wonderful at it, but I'm really not. I love it though and I think Lich would too, if he would only try. When he drew his first picture at three and it didn't look like daddy's, he gave up drawing forever. Lich was very stubborn, and now, at thirteen, he still is.
"Lys, remember, flower-gathering...? We have to get back before mom grounds us for life..."
"Sorry, I was just thinking about Dad, do you think he was always good at drawing?"
"Probably, I don't know, c'mon Lys, we don't want to get in trouble!"
"Gee, you don't have to yell Lich"

We scour the ground around the shack and we find the flowers we need. We hurriedly uproot them and put them in the pots, they just have to last until we get home. Then we'll plant them in Mom's garden. She used to have a bunch of primroses growing there but they all got killed in a frost last winter and she didn't have any replacement seeds. But Lich and I knew where they grew behind the shack. She never went there after that day so she didn't discover them, but I went a few years ago and I found them. When her garden died I knew just what I would do. Once we finish, we race home. I hear stirring in the house. "Lich go inside and see if you can stall them" I quickly suggest. He races inside, like I knew he would. He usually listens to me, except when he's being stubborn. Mom is trying to teach him to be flexible but I know it'll never work. Lich will always be obstinate like her.

I hurriedly put the plants in the already-dug holes and pat the dirt around them. They are so pretty, Mom will love them. I hear voices coming nearer and I frantically pick up my tools and throw them in the shed. I race around the house to see Mom and Dad, watching the sunrise, Pink and purple with a light orange that is growing brighter by the second. I smile, he has his arm around her and I know that she is perfectly happy. I tiptoe across the porch and slowly open the screen door, not wanting to ruin their perfect moment. But just then Lich jumps out, making me slam the door. "Where are they, I can't find them anywhere?" He worriedly asks. I point at our bemused parents standing in the field. "Oh, I'm sorry, I was just looking for you and then you weren't there, and I was worried." Lich stammers out. "Mom, Dad, I want you to see this!" I call as I run around the house.

"What is it Lys? Another dance?" My mom asks. I love dancing wildly, but I love making up dance steps too. I showed one to my parents last year, but this year their present is so much better. When my mother sees the flowers, her eyes widen and she looks up to my father. He is look strange too. Where are the smiles, the congratulatory hugs, the loving glances? My parents meet each others' eyes, and in those eyes I see fear, extreme fear. I realize there is something seriously wrong, but I can't figure it out and before I have a chance to say anything my father runs to the house.