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Isla gave a slight nod of agreement to what Hagan said about getting out… walking definitely wouldn’t work. She opened her mouth to respond but then Stacey walking in caught her attention. He seemed far from happy.

Then he started playing his guitar like a madman, lighting up in an unnatural blue colour that had Isla’s eyes widening. She didn’t have anytime to consider what was happening as her vision suddenly swam and her mind filled with voices. 

“Why did you tell us your parents were rich, Isla?” 

“You’re not really dating him, are you?” 

“Why did you lie?” 

“Liar, liar, [i]liar, liar.[/i]”

Isla slammed her hand over her ears as she curled over herself, shaking her head even as the accusations continued and the visions of people she just about recognised. She blinked once, then again, to try to get away but they followed her. This couldn’t be real, how was this even happening, how did they know about everything she’d lied about? 

“Nobody will like you how you are.”

“You just make up everything.”

“Liar, liar-”

[color=f26522]“Shut up!” [/color]Isla shouted, scrunching her eyes closed and curling into a ball over herself.