“When her mother combed Harriet's hair, she said that the woods were disgustingly muddy and mosquito-ridden. During her history unit on pioneers,… — Kimberly Karalius Forests Copy Share Image
“A trail made of pine needles and thistles leads you into the green darkness. The canopy casts shadows on old oaks and… — Kimberly Karalius Darkness Copy Share Image
“She squinted at his nametag. Her eyes weren't quite working. "What's your name?" "Stig." "Stick?" she asked, half ready to believe it.… — Kimberly Karalius Dialogue Copy Share Image
