Miki-Nyan

Title - Fall Leaves Sam mumbled under his breath, narrowing his eyes as he gripped the wooden handle of the rake. He stepped back, shaking his head. Why did he have to rake the leaves? Why the hell couldn’t they buy a leaf blower? He only had a section of the yard done and his hands were already blistering from the cruddy handle. He had a couple splinters as well, but was already picking them out of his skin. A familiar rev of an engine caught his attention, and Sam looked up as a yellow Chevy Camaro pulled up close by, being sure to keep away from the grass. A boy was driving, a young male looking about 18 at the most. His blonde h