The prophecy

Isobel POV

"Oh! It's already happening!"

I let out a short yelp, flinching as Becca slaps her food tray on the table. "Sorry, not a good entry!" She adds with a mockery bow.

This is not like when n I met her that night. No! Now I get a different vibe...I do not want to be with her, nor do I want to have anything to do with her.

Maybe because of that night, or because of the way she's looking now.

Becca does not change her hair, it's still of a different streak of colors; brown, blonde, black, burgundy, and even blue.

"You must have been meaning to see me haven't you?" A tricky smile unfurls on her lips and a kind of glint that makes me shudder flashes through her eyes.

"No!"

Katrina slaps her food tray on the table, slumping down on the chair before she levels a glare at Becca. "We want you out of here!"

Becca rolls her eyes, then she settles them on Katrina with a frown latched on her face.

"Oh..." She mumbles with a wide fake smile. "Are you afraid? That I might tell her w