Isabela sat patiently in her room, her eyes closed as she focused on her power. It was almost like meditating, but she was just trying to make sure she could easily draw as much power as she could to the surface, in order to unleash it all on Carlson. Bitch wouldn't know what hit her. Ashlynn was still in a bad mood, and rightfully so, and if she wasn't going to get her own revenge, Bela would have to get it for her. And plus, she knew revenge was a fun thing. She hadn't mentioned the fight to Jude, knowing he wouldn't approve, and remembered a conversation they'd had once, and though she couldn't remember exactly what it was about, she had told him she'd be a good girl now. She shook her head at herself for ever promising anything like that. Five minutes later she rose from her bed, and walked briskly through the area of dorms, and down to the Psychology classroom, pushing the door open hard. "Let's get this over with, shall we? I have much more important things to be doing." She pulled a hairtie from her wrist, and bunched her hair
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Bela started going on about how she could kill Carlson and all the blonde did was roll her eyes. Isabela was so full of crap. It was almost embarrassing, to be quite honest. “Do your worst.” Carlson crossed her arms across her chest, giving Isabela an expectant glance. She yanked a compass out of her pocket, placing it down in front of Carlson. "You wanna hurt yourself. You want to pick this thing up, and give yourself an ugly scar by cutting yourself with it." Carlson felt her hand twitch, a little voice in the back of her mind giving in just a little bit. She almost reached out to grab the compass, but then the voice of reason in the back of her mind told Carlson to snap out of it, and she yanked her hand into a fist. Obviously the fact that Carlson wasn’t doing what she had been told to do obviously pissed Bela off, because she almost went into a rage, yelling at her to do something. Carlson cocked an eyebrow, smirking. No way. That was it? That was nothing. Carlson hadn’t even reached out towards the compass. Okay, Isabela needed
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