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Brenda's POV:

In a vast open field, Thomas was trying his best to train me.

I was so out of breath. I looked into his cold eyes...

"Ah!"

In the blink of an eye, I felt like I had fallen into an ice cave. It was freezing! I woke up from my dream with a start.

I opened my eyes and saw Vivian standing over me with an empty bucket in her hand.

She smirked at me smugly, eyes burning with hatred.

I was furious! My hair and clothes were drenched and the water seeped into my beddings.

"Vivian, are you crazy?" I asked in a hoarse voice.

"Bitch! How does it feel? Cold?" Vivian burst into peals of laughter.

Before I knew what I was doing, my hand acted on its own and slapped her across the face.

"Brenda, you bitch! How dare you hit me?!" Vivian was so angry that she stamped her feet.

She raised her hand to slap me back, but I caught her by the wrist before she could do anything.

As she struggled to break free from my grasp, I glanced out the window.

The sun was slow