Lianne felt her strength slump onto the floor next to her. She had her hands held out in front of her. "No more! Please! No more..." Her voice trailed off as her eyes jolted open. Her dark pupils glowed blue.

In her mind, she saw it. A familiar backside of a dirty blonde head with a high pony. The girl, her best friend Naya, was walking with a boy with thick brown hair. Another familiar head. Her crush Ben. The girl spoke "You should have seen her face. The idiot. She really thinks she has a chance with you."
Ben laughed. "As if. She's a troll compared to the other girls."
Naya...