James looked at her with a steady gaze. Clara kept eye contact with him so he knew that she was being completely serious. “I see you’ve come here with a lot of conviction,” he said after a moment. “I will respect that and will not interrupt you.” Clara nodded and started off her speech. “Beryl is coming here now to ask you to save her failing company.” James looked sceptical and Clara kept going. She wasn’t going to stop for anything. “There’s a number of reasons to not give her money. Firstly, she’s been cheating on you the entire time.” Clara opened the folder on the table and took out the photos from the hotel and printouts of Beryl’s texts to her real boyfriend. Clara had selected the texts that were the best evidence of their relationship and showed Beryl’s true reasons for being involved with James. James looked over the photos without much expression on his face. Clara didn’t know what direction his thoughts were going in. If he suspected the evidence was photoshopped

Clara was proud of being able to finally do something against a bully. She now felt the benefit of being in a new body. She would never have been able to achieve a victory like this in her old body. Imagining the four bullies being dragged off by the police instead of Beryl caused her to smile widely. She had achieved revenge against one person. She also felt more at peace with occupying Clarissa’s body now she had got rid of the tyrant who had made Clarissa’s life hell. “I’m glad to hear that you are truly satisfied with your revenge,” Caiden said and sat down next to her. “You can relax now. You won’t have any adversaries for a while.” Clara knew he wouldn’t give her any more details about the future. He was always stingy about things like that and she understood his reasoning, but that didn’t mean she had to like it. She thought about all the school work that had piled up whilst she had been obsessing over her revenge against Beryl and winced. Getting rid of Beryl didn't m

University was more difficult than she had predicted. Revenge was now the least of her problems. It turned out that getting accepted into one of England’s most prestigious universities was the easy part. She had to socialise, keep up with the university work and traditions. Clara stepped onto the grass outside the main university building intending to take a shortcut to her next lecture and every student in the vicinity turned to stare at her. She could tell from the look on their faces that she had done something wrong. “No walking on the grass,” someone called out. "It's a tradition." Clara hastily walked back onto the path and rushed to her next lecture with a red face. “How was I supposed to know that I wasn’t supposed to step onto the grass in that area?” she complained quietly to Caiden. “There was a nice clear sign telling you not to,” Caiden reminded her. Clara pulled a face. There were so many traps to fall into when going to a very old university that was full of

“You’re lying,” Clara said. “I won’t ask why.” The shocked look on Caiden’s face confirmed her suspicion that he had lied about her future. “I really can’t tell you the full details,” he admitted and looked at the floor. “There’s a good reason.” It was likely for the best that she didn’t know the exact details of the events that occured at the end of her second life. She died and that was the end. There was no need to worry about the specifics. “I can tell that. Let’s change the subject,” she said. “Were you listening better than I did during the last Art History lecture?” She turned back to her laptop to work on her essay and Caiden moved to be at her side. Their conversation became about art and Caiden acted normally again. *** The months flicked by and Clara concentrated on passing her exams. Caiden seriously responded her joking request to whisper the right answers to her in knowledge-based exams. Clara was bemused to realise that he would actually help her cheat in e

Xavier was on her list of revenge targets because he had broken her heart on the day she had died. She considered him to be culpable for her death. Clara froze up for a long moment and then another powerful gust of wind reminded her of the situation she was in. She was in a new body and she was out for revenge. She couldn’t just stare back at him silently. “I think this was all of the sketches I saw,” Xavier said with a smile. Clara tucked the sketches back into her sketchbook and clutched it tight to her chest so they wouldn’t fall out again. Now she had to work out what to say to Xavier. Caiden was silently watching nearby so she could only guess that events were currently going smoothly. “...Thank you for your help. I will get going now.” “Did you draw those sketches?” Xavier asked. Clara looked at him sharply. Things were slotting into place. Xavier had a distant look in his eyes. Caiden had told her to adopt her older style of sketching and her natural hair colour. Xavier h