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Amelia went home, crying. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Isaiah asked angrily. "I'm sorry..." Amelia cried, covering her face. Isaiah sighed and hugged Amelia gently. "I'm sorry, too. I just wanted to see Leeanne, but you sort of fucked everything up." He smiled. "Yes, I did. I just wish Leeanne was normal. I don't like having to tell people my stepdaughter is seeking help." Amelia admitted.
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Leeanne, after being released from the soft room, she was taken down to the cafeteria. She looked at the plastic trays wearing chicken sandwiches and rice. "Have fun." Malachi sighed, walking away. Leeanne took a tray and sat on the floor in the corner. I love rice! She said, eating the brown rice. "You're supposed to sit at the table." A rather tall yet young girl demanded. "But I don't want to sit by everyone else." Leeanne replied sharply. "So, basically, you get peace and quiet, while everyone else has to listen to other people's bullcrappage?" She smirked devilishly. "I didn't say I had peace and quiet. Just go away." Leeanne growled. "No." The girl said. "I want to be your friend. I'm Deni." Leeanne ignored her, and sat up to throw her scraps away and send the tray to a lunch monitors. Deni had a hurt look plastered on her face. "I'll kill you like I did to my old friends...then." Deni whispered.
Leeanne slapped went outside with the others. It was the only time she wasn't on 1:1, so she treasured the hour of freedom. She sat on the bench happily. "Hi, Leeanne." A very quiet man said, his amber eyes burning into her eyes. "Hi." She blandly responded, sitting up. She walked off, bored. Then she saw Deni, who stared at her. Leeanne, impatient, stomped over to her. "What is y-" Deni gripped her neck tight with one hand and punched Leeanne twice in the face. Leeanne took her first hand and yanked Deni's hair, watching her let go. Deni shook her head and smirked. "Sorry." She said, "I won't bother someone like you again." And she left with a wink.
I really don't like people like her, Leeanne thought to herself, they remind me of Amelia.

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