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Quinn

I wake feeling like I've slept for weeks. It's rare that I sleep well, but I did last night. Turning, I see Storm asleep, her head resting on the edge of the bed.

I climb out of the bed and walk around to her. Lifting her carefully, I place her in the bed, turning when I hear the door. The guards look at me.

"She's going to get hurt sleeping like that," I mutter, and I place her in bed before turning and walking away from her. I grab my sketchpad and pencils. Going to my room, I showered and got dressed.

Something feels off. My mum sent me here for a reason, and I don't trust her right now. I don't want Storm hurt, and me being here is getting her hurt. I also know she will get hurt far more if I stay.

Walking to the case, I pull out the sketchpads and begin to look through them. They tell the story about everything. No one ever looked at them. The only person to look at my sketches was Storm.

My mother saw that one of her, and I never showed her again. Collecting them all toget