Jade: See, it would be really cool if we could switch minds for a day. Are you in?
SM: Er......no. (Walks away from freaky stalker-fan)
Jade: (Sobs and runs away to eat cookies that will soothe her.)
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Seth's POV
I saw the way Sam looked at Leah. It was a friendly I-still-care-about-you-but-not-in-that-way look. It infuriated Leah and saddened me. But what could I do? I was the little brother, not the Alpha. I could soothe her, but she would swat me away. All I could do was watch him hurt her everyday like a punching bag.
Today she was painting a picture of a Native-American girl who looked suspiciously like a fiercely tribal version of Leah. Thinking quickly, she added a blue-green tear to the portrait.
I wanted to say something, but I knew she would snap at me if I interrupted her concentration. Instead, I could only watch her ease the pain away.
Leah dabbed at the edges of the girl's eyes in the portrait. A black-brown lump smudged the edges of her eyes. Slowly and smoothly, she signed her name at the bottom. Leah Clearwater.
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Thoughts?
~Jade