Kacie

Jade eyes were filled with un-shed tears, the hurt evident in her face. I knew she didn’t care for me but I didn’t know it was to this extent. Her behavior reminded me of a child throwing a fit. She didn’t like something, she didn’t like that I was their sister or that the others treated me how they would her. She didn’t want to have to help me and didn’t like that they wanted to come to my aid, so she threw tantrum.

Except this wasn’t some little tantrum. This fit of hers ...