Isolde Raynolds, the girl who hated my guts much as I hated hers. All of this started the day I challenged her during bible study, she’d felt it a must to challenge me whenever she got the chance. She always lurked in my shadows, waiting for me to make one mistake, and then come for me.
That day she’d almost caught me, yet by whatever chance I’d survived, she stood there. In front of my room, then she sniffed, and sniffed, then came closer to me, I moved back confused.
“ You smell differently,” she stated while suspiciously looking around my room. She stormed to my bathroom and searched there as well.
“ What exactly do you want , Isolde?” I asked, she went through my robes as if searching for something.
“ I do not see a perfume here, so that means, it is for someone else,” she turn
