Mini Meena

Sophie strolled into the living room that was connected to the White House's kitchen. Newt was sitting on one end of the couch with his arms relaxing on the back. He saw Sophie come in and he smiled at her.

"Hello Newton," she said in her attempt at a Bahavian accent. Ever since Meena had told her that she was like the sister she never had, Sophie tried to be just like her. She dressed and talked the way she did.

"Awww, you make such a cute mini Meena," Newt said, grinning.

"Sorry Newt, but I no longer have a crush on you," Sophie told him. "Stick to Meena's your own size," she said before leaving.

Newt sat there confused. Being the dumb Newt that he was, he had know idea what Sophie had meant by "Meena's his own size."

"Was that Sophie?" Meena said coming into the living room after passing Sophie in the kitchen. Meena was talking in her Bahavian accent that was real.

Newt starred blankly at Meena. He listened to her voice carefully, then played Sophie's back in his head.

"Ohhhhh," Newt said aloud. He had just realized what Sophie had meant. All Meena did was stand there confused as ever.