13

Earlier at school, when she had concocted her plan, Jenna honestly believed she could rescue Jacob's work. She had it all figured out. She would wait until ai went out, as he had been doing for the past few nights, then, she would sneak into his room and replace the work with comic pages she had printed from the internet.

It was foolproof.

As Jenna stood at the top of the stairs, gripping the smooth wooden banister, she realised it wasn't so easy.

It was fear that held her back.

Fear that he would return earlier tonight. Fear that she would get caught in the act. Fear that she would figure out what she had done.

Fear of punishment.

Earlier she had witnessed Jacob pleading with Kai in a desperate yet futile attempt to get his drawings back.

Kai wasn't willing, or able, to show any compassion.

'But I am,' Jenna thought.

She tried to convince herself that it was purely her kind nature forcing her to take action. That, or a sense of guilt and responsibility.

And those things were true...