With a newfound conviction, she aggressively rubbed the eraser against her brother's name, taking great pains to make sure every last bit of it was completely wiped from the face of the page. For several minutes, she worked diligently at this small yet thankless until not even the slightest hint of graphite remained, and...
...nothing happened.
Amelia looked towards her brother. Jeremy was still a giant, his body curling in on itself as he tried his best to manage the discomfort that came from sleeping in a cramped wooden box on a hard stone floor. The hay at the bottom barely did anything to cushion someone as massive as him, so he kept of fidgeting, forcing her to stick to the other side of the barn.
Amelia looked down at the journal and felt a deep, lingering sense of disappointment. She was so certain that was going to work.
Sighing, she took out the pencil once more and unconsciously wrote Jeremy's name back into the journal. If erasing the name wasn't going to do anything, she supposed there was no point in not having it there. However, she would soon realize the error of her ways, as...
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