Bella glanced around at the competitors as she walked into the tournament locale again. It was rather intimidating, though there was no way she would let her hard exterior crack under intimidation. She put her tough face on, but secretly wondered who in their right mind would be afraid of a petite girl. She smoothed back her hair and found a spot to train, but just as she was about to start, her phone buzzed in her pocket.
It was a text from Isa, asking if she was going to Rio. Bella literally pouted. She was so tempted to stomp around like a brat. She always looked forward to beach time in Rio, but this year it wasn't possible. Just as she typed a response, she felt a small puff of air and whispered words near her ear. She nearly jumped out of her skin, turning with her fists up, ready to defend herself. But it was just Isa. At that point, Bella didn't care about losing face. She hugged Isa tightly, happy to have someone there to support her. Sure, there was Adam, but he had to focus on his competitors. Bella beamed, glad to have a friend nearby, but just as quickly as she'd lost face, she regained it. "I'm scared," she admitted quietly, but her face didn't show it. She was in it to win it; but she was prepared to take a beating. Either way, she wasn't to be broken.
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