Back in the Principal’s office, the blonde Principal relaxed contently in her jar’s green liquid, with Horace standing guard. She watched as many bubbles rose from within the jar as she felt a soft thump resonating from her desk, and a knock came from the door.

“What’s all that, racket?” She yawned. “Could you go check and see where it’s coming from, Horace? I’m trying to get some shut-eye...”

Horace saluted and walked over to open the door. However, before he reached it, the door slammed open, nearly hitting him against the wall. The girl standing in the doorway stomped her way inside, shutting the door and locking it behind her.

“Hey, Principal!” Lauren called out loud.

“Lauren, what are you doing here?” The Principal’s floating head questioned. “Did you make that noise?”

“No.”

“Do you know where it came from?”

“No...”

“Then why are you here?”

“I’m here for a different reason: revenge. I came here to defeat you.”

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Glenda searched all over the top floor, but couldn’t find anything. No wandering clones, or any signs of destruction. Could that student have been lying to her? Was it a trap? Why was this area so quiet? She finally made it to the Principal’s office, overhearing a loud and heated argument. Glenda tried to open the door but found it locked.

“But why?” The monster Principal asked.

“Simple. I need to put a stop to these school teachings,” Lauren responded.

The Principal tried her best to keep up an innocent facade, but with each word that passed through Lauren’s lips, she found that task harder and harder to accomplish.

“Why would you want to do that? Our teachings make our students more powerful, and they can even make lots of friends and discoveries with their powers—”

“Liar!” Lauren interrupted, as her blood boiled while listening to the Principals’ speech she found to be self-righteous.

“Excuse me!?” The Principal questioned. Her mouth gaped, practically stunned silent at her student’s outburst.

“It doesn’t bring happiness at all. It’s the exact opposite!”

“Why do you say that?” The Headmistress dropped the act. “Perhaps if you warmed up to others and stopped being such a cold—”

“My parents died because of your stupid teachings!”

The Principal gasped. “R-really? Is that so? I’m sorry; I didn't know...”

“You, what?” Lauren inquired, her face a flurry of emotions.

“I don’t remember.”

“How could you forget? Weren’t you there?” Lauren murmured. After fidgeting for a minute or two, she finally spoke: “Fine, let me enlighten you on my troubled past, and my justified rage.”

“Very well, please go right ahead, Lauren.”

“I think it’s been a decade since then; I can’t remember that well, but everything else I’m pretty sure I know...”