Leah doesn't think she's ugly.
Just familiar.
She looks in the mirror and sees the same face she's seen all her life.
The same she sees on every other girl.
She hopes that she imprints on a foreigner because, hey, imprinting's inevitable anyway, right?
She hopes that he'll be so breathtakingly gorgeous like she's never seen before, because she's never seen a boy off the reservation who wasn't a leech.
She hopes he'll say she's so pretty, and so different than any other girl he's seen before.
She hopes he'll whisk her away, far away, off the reservation in a way she can't do now because she's a werewolf.
The boy with the too familiar face, with the face that looks so much like Sam's she wants to cry.
But she doesn't cry, because that's one thing that sets her apart from the other girls, right? Right? She doesn't cry?
And the boy, the boy with a familiar face is her imprint.
The boy wants to stay. He loves La Push, never wants to leave.
And she can't leave him because she's a werewolf.
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