Bella rolled her eyes as an insult reached her ears. "Here we go again," she thought. It was that time again; time to build up enmity with her competitors. The last fighting tournament had not turned out the way she'd expected. She was too advanced for the amateur class and ended up having to forfeit. This time, however, she was fighting in the professional class, and boy was she nervous. It was possible that at some point of this tournament, she would have to go up against Adam. He knew all her moves. He'd practically taught her all her moves. There was no way she would be able to beat him if it came to that point. For now, though, she didn't have to think about the fight. Instead, she bought some ice-cream from a nearby parlor and trekked back to her motel room to sit back and relax. Very few people knew about her fighting. She could count them on one hand. What if she could get severely hurt? What would her family members say? Her family was about to grow even larger, with a new baby brother or sister on the way. Who would've thought that her mother would have another baby? On the bright side, her mother was too busy preparing for the new baby to snoop in Bella's life. That made it easier to hide her fighting "career." Bella grinned. That worked out in her favour after all. With a contented smile, she finished her ice-cream cone and picked up her phone to message Adam. I hope you're kicking butt in Mexico. Because one you're here, you'll be the one getting your butt kicked. :P She chuckled. They both knew that wasn't true, but it was always fun to dream.
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Bella stood in the middle of her living room, glancing around. Hers. It was so strange, yet so awesome. She had a place of her own, at last. She’d been tired of living in her mother’s apartment—the place of refuge to her other siblings when they were in London and wanted to be alone. She was ready for a place to call her own. A place where her pets could freely roam without Bella constantly being concerned about them doing the wrong thing, or leaving behind evidence of mistreating the apartment.
Now, she felt more independent. She could freely invite guests over, throw parties if she wanted to… She could put her feet (shoes included) on the couch, place cups on the table without a coaster underneath, leave dirty dishes in the sink if she didn’t feel like washing them. This was the life… |
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