Life is Strange: Festive Spirit
Chapter 5 of my Life is Strange story, enjoy.
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Now onto the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Life is Strange or its characters.
Chapter 5
Chloe Price let out a grunt of exasperation, she trudged through the snow, silently cursing to herself.
'23rd of December, two days till Christmas and I still haven't been able to find a proper gift for Rachel...' She fretted.
She had just been out in the town, searching for a gift and finding nothing. She was now returning home. Shaking her head as she entered, she kicked the snow off her boots before stepping inside and removing them. As she removed her jacket, hat, scarf and gloves, she bit her lip, hearing the Christmas music from the radio. She peeked in the kitchen and sure enough, her mother and David were there, talking quietly while what was tonight's dinner no doubt, cooked away.
She sighed quietly. 'Don't wanna interrupt them, better just get upstairs.'
Moving as quietly as she could so as not to disturb her mother and David, she made her way upstairs until she entered her bedroom. Once there she made her way to her desk and sat down, propping her head up with her hands, elbows resting on the desk, she let out another frustrated sigh.
'I can't believe this is so hard, I just, I tried to think what Rachel would like. But even as I did that, I didn't see anything.' She continued to think in dismay. 'Rachel would say it's the thought that counts, but that doesn't really...'
She let out another frustrated groan and went to push the objects directly underneath her off the desk. But then she paused; looking down at them again. They were all sketches, drawings and such she had done recently. Looking at them, Chloe slowly ran her hand over her tattoo, she then picked up the image she had sketched, that matched her tattoo.
Chloe bit her lip. 'I just, I wanted to come up with my own tattoo design, it worked perfectly and...'
She paused for a moment, thinking. An idea suddenly came to her and she moved the sketches and such aside, leaving a clear space on the desk. She now had a strong idea for what gift to give Rachel for Christmas.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.